next time we meet,
i want to see you dancing with life,
filled with joy and youth,
i want to see your skin
glowing from the golden sun.
wearing that little red dress,
you know the one you loved.
i want to hear your laugh,
and the little snorts in between.
i want to see you blush
when you clumsily bump into someone
as you murmur something that should be an apology.
i want to hold your hand at the movies
and feel you squeeze as the monster roars.
i want to hear you sing
when you think no ones watching
while doing the dishes
"the spoons applaud"
and most of all
i want to see you cry
i want to see you shed every wall
and see you...
the real you
i want to see whose behind all those facades,
behind all those masks,
i know it sounds like a lot
but we only have one life right
YOLO! isn't that what the kids say.
we can't have it all
but at least i have you.
and this summer,
and this moment in time
when everything feels right.
YOU ARE READING
can we just stop and smell the flowers?
De Todoit's very random honestly, it's half assed too. just stuff i wanted to put in paper and let out
