Wednesday, May 27, 2020

We will be forgotten

I love sinking in my bed, hiding from the sun, and spooning my pillow.
Lately i don't exist.
Lately I am inside you, inside all of you.
I think about the sillyness of water.
I dream about hatred.
Green is something special now, so is red.
I miss being cold.
I love the smell of handsanatizer.
I can't wait to lock our fingers together forever.
I can't wait to build our swing.
Kiss me every night.
Kiss me goodmorning.


it's a blank page but somehow you are pictured here it's a empty hammock and somehow I still see you swinging my eyes are closed and...