#smores
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
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Remember that night by the campfire?
We roasted marshmallows
Made smore's
I stepped away to look at the stars
And I hoped you'd come and look with me
In an instant
There you were
You pointed out the big dipper
The north star to the left
We talked and laughed
And you mentioned how the stars were so far
We would never get to see them up close
As I looked at those stars I looked into the past
But imagined a future
Our future
I heard my friends heading back to the cabin
And ignored them just to spend a few more moments with you
Eventually they took me away
One thing that will never leave
Is the memory of that night by the campfire
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
A marshmallow slowly roasted over a campfire
Some chocolate oozing down my face
some gram crackers crunching under my teeth
I can't always make smores but I can have some more
I want some more kindness to put a smile on my face
I want to express that kindness to others around me
I want some more quality time with family
I want some more good friends to surround me
I want to be a great friend in return
I want some more compassion to ground me
I want more passion when I write even if it keeps me at night
I want the sight to find the beauty around me and you
Do you want smores too?
Do you want some more in life?
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC