flash back
to those crisp
april mornings
with a chill
in the air
blue stars
on green t-shirts
and scrunchies
in hair
your brown
leather jacket
wrapped around me
so tight
you hold my hand
just like it
as we ride through
the night
we talk about
the past and
what's still
yet to come
swinging on
porchsteps
fly off with
a jump
longing goodbyes
i dash off
to my ride
and you count
all the minutes
till i'm back
at your side
striped white
and blue jackets
car rides
all alone
i blink my eyes
once and the
memory's gone
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
