i cant wait for the day where life is on beat.
when the patter of rain on the windowsill
matches up with the rhythm of your heart,
and our breaths are in sync.
maybe when life is on beat,
you can help me like cherries
and my body.
and i can blast the 1975 again.
but until that day,
the thought will be in the back of my mind.
so i can stare out the window and watch the lighting,
hoping you're watching it too.
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an ode to the hopeless, these are for you
Poetrya collection of poetry meant to aid your path to healing, and also some insight into my mind. enjoy