august
hudson, ny
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him
this feeling ends,
right?
it's not forever,
right?
i can't shake the way
you smile at me
or the way you laugh.
i love your laugh.
it twinkles like champagne
and glitters like stardust.
i can't stop thinking
about how pretty you look.
bright blue eyes
rocking me to sleep like
the ocean does to
a sailor.
i like to think i'm in control
but like the sailor,
i'm out of control.
and like the sea,
you're the one in control.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
