you smelled like
lemon
&
cedar
&
smoke;
and it made me think of
mornings
where thick shafts of sunlight
push through white curtains,
and your hair is messy,
lashes resting
on coffee-and-cream cheeks
that are lifted
in a dreamer's smile.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoesiaPoetry from a girl with a lot to say and even more to write. I update every Saturday at least, and occasionally throughout the week. This is my first story, so all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Dedicated to Jaelyn Richardson. Love ya b...
