mmae_ee

tell me about your dreams 

about twisted trees 

and falling tea leaves 

tell me about how your dreams help you cope with grief 

it doesn't have to be brief 

my eyes are a deep brown.

not icy blue.

or emerald green.

my eyes won't be stared at

or drowned it

or complimented

they aren't noticed in a big crowd

but maybe they're noticed in a small one.

when he smiled

oh the way my heart danced

and when he laughed

oh the way i stop and stare

and when he cried

i knew something was off

the way he cared

made me love him even more

school was called off but i still woke up early

i woke up early to watch the snow coat the green grass with white

as the window fogged, i lost sight

i grabbed my gloves and boots

"hi." i say as i walk over to him. "hi." he said as he stared up at the sunset. "pretty, ain't it?" i nod. "looks like gold." he said.

we both sat down on the cement craning our necks up to the sky.

i ran under the outing by the bus stop,, the bus was late,, it was raining,, i was alone,, and i was cold.