writing poems about you
that i’ll never let you read
making playlists for you
with songs that say what i mean
and never letting you listen
gifting you green tea
when i want to give you roses
lying on a soft patch of grass
and seeing your curves in the trees
clutching the clasp of my necklace
wishing that you’re thinking of me
daydreaming about your laughter
when my joke wasn’t even funny
loving you from the lighthouse
watching my heart sail out to the sea
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho
he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit i sat clean and pretty for six hours s
i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned aro