Bubble Bath.
Bubbles everywhere, the smell of roses and bubblegum.
The water overflowing from us seeing who can make the biggest splash.
We joke and make ourselves look like bearded men with our bubbles.
Regretting everything, I lay my bare back against your bare chest relaxing.
Wishing to never leave our rose and bubblegum bubble bath.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless Reality
PoesíaHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
