i can't bear the thought that we might've spoken for the last time and though it'd hurt more to know the truth, i need some closure because at least then i can start to move on
but instead i'm stuck here wondering if you'll call me again with this ball of hope in my stomach slowly sinking
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
