I want to feel the rush of rose colored dewy love on a Saturday morning
Fresh sheets smelling of a sun-kissed meadow rocking our bodies
Rose tainted kisses bottled on the shelf for the days gray wraps its hands around our sun.
Static from the record between the sweet songs filling a room made for slow dancing in tube socks
Rolled down windows on a drive down the coast
The wind making itself our backseat driver
Rose colored dewy drops from your smile onto mine
Melting away my anxious thoughts
Wrapped in your fresh sheets slipping further into your love.
About the Creator
Sid l.c
Writing the things i stay up all night thinking about. Just trying to figure things out.
TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 days ago in Fiction
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