to me, she is the throne that she sits upon.
they say love is like religion, so with good days on my mind i fall to my knees and remember the day we met
that day, a colorless husk of who i am opened the door to that hallway where she stood
that day, sound and color poured into me with one word: "hi"
i knew then that i would never let her slip through my fingers
everything about her feels right-- like the first breath of cool air after being underwater for too long.
i know her smile so well i can see it in my sleep.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
to me, she is the throne that she sits upon.
they say love is like religion, so with good days on my mind i fall to my knees and remember the day we met
that day, a colorless husk of who i am opened the door to that hallway where she stood
that day, sound and color poured into me with one word: "hi"
i knew then that i would never let her slip through my fingers
everything about her feels right-- like the first breath of cool air after being underwater for too long.
i know her smile so well i can see it in my sleep.