11.6/23
This was not the plan.
But what was it again? why was there one, to begin with?
You were not in my plans.
My script was supposed to be kindly lonesome. Kindly quiet.
Then the sun peaked through the cloudy skies and you appeared.
Sitting on that bench, in that green hoodie I now love wearing so much.
Couldnt keep my eyes away from your smile.
Cloudy it became again as we started to speak and continued to share music on our playlist.
Darkness swallowed us whole as we started to walk home.
But then there was the stone bench we sat on as we watched the sun rise above us again, talking for hours on end just couldn't let sleep take us away from each other.
I can see now, the darkness was temporary.
With the pink skies racing above my head, so did my thoughts.
With the round key chain I got down on one knee and I knew we'd only get more intertwined as we grow.
As we blossom side by side.. but only if you say you'll be mine and I'll be yours.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poetry(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
