one night we walked down the beach
hand in hand
and you whispered sweet somethings
into my ears and i twirled and danced
next day:
i wake up to white crumpled bed sheets
searching for azure eyes
and you, yo, y, you
only to realize
it was all a fantasy
and sweet somethings
were sweet goddamn nothings
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Crowned
Poesiabits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
