summer nights
and smiling eyes.
soft skin
and burning skies.
flowers bloom beneath our feet
dew drops that taste so sweet.
bare legs
and entwined hands.
odd socks,
and indie bands.
days spent staying close
i miss your voice the most.
YOU ARE READING
all i have now
Poetry[poetry] all i have now is this pen, and this paper. and all i can do, is write.
