5.12/22
* You took my breath away so now i can't suck in my stomach anymore
* Touch tank
They, them, they are so beautiful but I don't know if they believe me
When in the same room my eyes are drawn in their direction and I am unable to move them away
It is freezing blue here but they make any room warm, yellow, and bright
Dancing with their friends I just imagine being a part of it but watching them let go of the day is blissful enough
Lucky friends
I am Pegan but for them I'd change my religion and worship the person they can -and I am sure - they will become
They want me to get better and for them I might try
I hate how they talk to themselves. They deserve to walk down rose petal streets in anyones mind. They must know that
They understand and my mind would like to think it discerns them too
Doing everything on their own, thinking they are alone but be exhausting.. All I want to do is offer a cloud to rest their mind on between dark times
Our forever might look different but time is unpredictable and mine is unsure how much I have left with them but any moment feels like a beautiful infinity spent
They call me babygirl. Weak my knees become.
I apologize for my frank mind to them I want to become honesty pink, purple and blue
Beautiful boi, yes - they are.
They, them, they are my minds poetry
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poetry(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
