Star lit night
Hands intertwined
Laying in the grass
Fingers running through the blades
Thinking of how perfect this is
To look into a galaxy
With a boy who ment so much to me.
But sadly things change.
Night turns to day.
Hands no longer feel like home
Grass dies
And I learn that there's no such thing
As a perfect life.
Only perfect nights.
Tainted by the memory of you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Ramblings
RandomSometimes I end up writing shit and I'll prolly post it here if it's not a short story. also prolly beware cuz it's gonna be angsty af.
