let's have a picnic
in the middle of the night
under the glimmering stars
and you can tell me
about your greatest fears
and craziest dreams.
i'll bring your favorite ice cream
and some sugar cookies
because they remind you
of your great-grandfather.
as we lay there,
you can show me the constellations
and tell me all of your theories
about what lives
on the planets around ours.
and as your fingers
intertwine with mine,
i'll tell you about my love for fire
and all of the countries I want to travel to before I die.
but please don't
let me lie there
and pour my heart
out to another boy
who doesn't care
because i've been
there before
and there's nothing
that hurts more
than seeing someone
care so little
about the things
you love so much.
#77//valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poetrywriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
