TRASHY.

you're like...

{a poem about the heart of a young girl who doesn't know better}

you're like this happiness 

i caught in my last breathe,

but until the sun goes down,

we shall sleep without a sound.

in our dreams, we shared a plan:

holding hands, we ran and ran.

you're like this love

i've learned to feel.

you know, it's kind of funny

the things you do to me.

why is it humorous? well,

i'm in love but you never fell.

because you're just something

i caught in my last breathe.