Dedicated to saniahjawarun because she's amazing <3
you.
you remind me of home in the most literal sense.your perfume which drips down your collarbones smells of my grandma's kitchen on sunday mornings when she placed the flowers from her garden in it.
your eyes remind me of the color the hallways of my house were when I was 5 and your voice reminds me of that stupid christmas carol i sang when i was little.you remind me of those ballet shoes I had when I desperately wanted to be a dancer.they were silk and crossed intricately together with dreams and hope.
you hair is the color of the curtains i always had but was never able to hang up in my room and your broken nose reminds me of when my brother broke his when we were playing baseball.you feel like home in the truest way possible and i love it.i love how when i lie against your shoulder i can see the drawings up on my refrigerator and the horrid purple pillows on the couch.but the truth about my home is that it never really felt like home until i met you and you reminded me of it.
A/N:Thoughts?
YOU ARE READING
Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
