My Unstable Poetry

(In)Love

I stare at you gazingly

Lips hovering above mine,

Hands touching slightly

Leaves crunching beneath us,

Coffee drops, hand left over my mouth

In your mind, we're running through a field

With mine, blatant excuses while I'm not there

We scream for eachother

// this doesn't make much sense. In my head it does. Bye //