"hey want to go out?" they ask you
"sure" you say smiling.
you both have a wonderful walk to the coffee shop. you learn that you both love flowers and space and watching people walk by.
when it's time to go you walk hand in hand and dash through the rain to a set of steps.
together. in love. happy and free.
—a/n—
Happy Pride Month
When I wrote this I decided to not use male/female pronouns, so hopefully it's inclusive to all!! I know this is very small gesture but I just want everyone to have the chance to relate to what I write. Let me know if you'd like to see this in my more often, I'm more than happy to :)
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matter
Poetrymat·ter ˈmadər/ noun 1. anything that has mass and occupies a space. an abundance of matter in the form of poetry and short stories lowercase intended
