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Sanjali Nov 2020
These are lazy lazy days
My eyes are half asleep
I get up from the warm bed late
And go to nap on grass green.

Even if the sun is hot
I cannot be bothered to turn
Everything is comfortable
And I make most of this run.

These are lazy lazy days
So come and wake me up
We will eat fruits and sandwiches
And nap when we are done.

If the sun gets too warm
I'll roll you into the shade
And with everything comfy here
Kittens might come out to play/

These are lazy lazy days
But they make me happy
These are the days to roll around
And make sweet lazy memories.
Poem is from some years ago but I feel a strong comeback of the lazy days.
See the illustrated version on my deviantart : puffjelly
Instagram : pufflespower
Juno Nov 2020
there are cookies in the oven
i can make some tea
just stay for awhile
stay here with me
seawreck Nov 2020
My winter child one of a kind
Full of warmth and full of light
You got the face of your father
Eyes of an angel
You look like your mother
hope you got heart of your father strong and simple
But if you got my heart baby, I'm sorry it'll be hard life
so be brave and be kind not like your mother child, who shakes every time the branches hit the windows sight
a note to winter child
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
I'm still waiting
for all the promises
we made under the moon
to return in
the stars.
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
All those promises
we made by the sea
would soon become
my favorite
waves.
sandra Nov 2020
i figured it out
it's your laughter
that i can't stop thinking about
the effortless way you carry yourself
tucking the stars in your pocket
i float in the ocean and let it engulf
every part of me
like my heart shaped locket
that holds you as a memory
sandra Nov 2020
you are an angel that came down from the clouds
but you like it when i play my music loud
there is something about the warmth in your eyes
that breaks my heart from it's calloused disguise
i like the way you play with your hair
with the curls that twist in never ending spirals
i close my eyes to dream about it for a while
lilac Nov 2020
there's this boy,
dark hair, light-brown skin,
his eyes warm like a campfire,
with my melting marshmallow heart,
my fever for him grows, i love him,
squished between the graham crackers of guilt,
because i love her as well.

-lilac
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
How long has it been
since you felt the butterflies
flying from within?

3:49 PM
5/11/20
nevaeh Nov 2020
bug
it is so hard to know what you want,
what you're trying to say.
you're like a little bug with wings
that won't quit bumping into my eyes
and buzzing in my ear.
but a cute bug
one that reminds me of the ocean and summer camp and being in love.
i would put you a a mason jar
with holes in the top,
so you can breathe. (duh)
and i would take you to my favorite fields
and alleys and stores.
show you all the things that make me happy
and try to make you happy too.

but i dont think
you would like being in a jar.
even one with holes in the top.
repost ~ because i **** now but i was cool then ~ cute lil' bug
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