i hope you write about me. even if it's not tinged with amazement or obsession; even if the poems are polluted with regret and the lyrics are tainted with guilt. i want to be worth something to you, even if it's only in messy sentences scrawled on napkins and the back pages of your spanish homework. i want to exist to you.
YOU ARE READING
lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
