"and i can't see you here; wonder where i might?
sort of feels like i'm running out of time.
i haven't found what i was hoping to find.
you said you gotta be up in the morning,
gonna have an early night.
and you're starting to bore me, baby.
why'd you only call me when you're high?"
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
