a cousin I see like one time a year
invited me to his wedding
and as I'm sitting on a white chair
he and his wife are now slow dancing.
I've got a glass of white wine in my hand
and though marriage is a thing I don't understand
I can't help but think if I'll ever have a love like that
and if she happens to just have your name
that same name that slips my mouth
every time I think of love
that same name that I call my home
every time I feel alone
I'm starting to put it in every song I listen to.
you got me smiling while making coffee in the morning, barely awake
you got me losing my breath while you're laughing, blonde sun in your hair
and god, I can't even sleep at night
you always come back in my head,
you always come back.
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notes app of a teenage girl
PoetryI depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
