summer goes,
i still sink.
seasons change,
and so have we.
you're still the first thing on my mind.
catastrophe.
waking up to the sunrise.
it was never perfect,
you and me.
you still make me feel like
the mornings of school field trips
or day drives to the beach.
now longing's not a problem,
i'd wait a lifetime and a half
to see you with me.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poetryventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
