Corona and strawberries
Journals filled with scratches
Margins covered in streaks
Marked by your colours
Testing for the right ones
You smell like boy Christmas
A lack for better words
Face so soft
I can mold it
Eyes so dark
They can shoot daggers
Impress me with your lightning
Your slicked back hair
Paired with your jacket
Reminds me of the fifties
- when i think of you
YOU ARE READING
all for you
Poetrymy love letter to my future self - this is what we went through, this is what we did about it. this is all for you disclaimer: all work is mine
