I hate turning on lights,
while the sun is setting,
I would rather open the blinds,
to let the orangey glow fill the room,
It gives me this odd sense of calm,
It makes me feel love,
It makes me imagine,
It makes me think,
Late October,
Two cups of hot coffe,
Nuzzeled in between two pairs,
Of gloved hands,
Accoponied by two pairs,
Of rosey cheeks,
She smiles at me,
Yet we are silent as the pinky glow washes over us,
I feel happy,
I feel loved,
I feel warm,
Warm,
Warm,
He's smells like warm,
He feels like warm,
His lips taste like warm,
At least that's what I've heard,
He lives halfway across the world,
And the 9 year age gap isn't helpful either,
But his smile reminds me of a sunset,
Like it's reaching out across time to hold your hand,
Like it wants to kiss you and make it all okay,
Okay?,
Okay,
That's all I remember,
from the last time we saw each other,
And it was said right before he let go of my hand,
The last time we were,
It was at sunset,
I was just coming,
He was just leaving,
I grabbed his hand hugged him,
I knew it was the end,
I didn't love him enough,
When we finally let go,
He held my hand and said,
Ari, it's going to be okay,
Ok?
Ok,
And that was game over,
But I wasn't sad,
Sad,
Sad,
Abby are you sad,
No she is just emotional,
yeah,
and you wonder why I dont talk to you,
and talk to the only one who will listen,
The water colored skyline,
Skyline,
Skyline,
Never has the skyline ever as beautiful,
As when your listening to summertime by mcr,
And letting the cool summer air,
Muss your hair up,
Bike not a few meters away,
Illuminated by the sunset,
A notebook on your lap,
Flipped to an almost empty page,
The only thing on that page are,
Little hearts with initials in them,
And the ghost of that picture,
The one I tried to draw of that jock,
You know the cute one,
It doesn't matter,
Couldn't get the eyes right,
I look across the river,
He's still at practice,
And then the line hits,
You can run away with me,
Anytime you want,
To bad im to smart to do anything like that,
That,
That,
That was a really dumb decision,
I said to my self as the second note was delivered,
I watched the jock slip it into his pocket,
Probably to forget about it forever,
What was I thinking,
I was thinking of a never-ending sunset,
Of the big girl getting the jock,
The note of course was another poke,
At a sleeping bear,
Naivety can somtimes infest my mind too,
I know that when the bear wakes up,
I'm not going to like what happens,
But i wish he,
And I wish I,
I,
I,
I hate turning on lights,
while the sun is setting,
I would rather open the blinds,
to let the orangey glow fill the room,
It gives me this odd sense of calm,
It makes me feel love,
It makes me imagine,
It makes me think,
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoesíaI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
