your eyes used to sparkle with excitement when you spoke to me
now they're dull yet i still have hope when you pick me up
little do i know it's just to put me to the side -
not rough enough to make me want to leave,
and gentle enough to keep me hoping you'll come back
even though i know once you're bored of something
you just leave it to collect dusti want it to be different
i so badly want for things to be different
and i'm not just another of many
but i am
i am
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
lemon lavender & long nights
Poesiayou'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