if i’m going to see you again,
why did the back
of your blue dress shirt seem like
such a finality?
what bitter ends are these we taste,
spitting the seeds of our sunflower love
out into the pavement,
god but
what we had was
so ******* beautiful;
i could never love you but
that doesn’t mean
i didn’t care at all.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
if i’m going to see you again,
why did the back
of your blue dress shirt seem like
such a finality?
what bitter ends are these we taste,
spitting the seeds of our sunflower love
out into the pavement,
god but
what we had was
so ******* beautiful;
i could never love you but
that doesn’t mean
i didn’t care at all.