Know that I'll love you
Even when the seatbelt
Is not the only thing
Holding you back and
Your eyes become heavier
Than clouds.
I will.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
