may 27, 2013
dear autumn,
my covers smell like you.
like flowers and honey
and ocean waves.
and tragic beauty.
i roll and toss around them.
it never wears off.
never.
- elliot
cluttered between the sad words of a journal
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Roman pour Adolescentsa girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
