my dear, we are the romantics-
we are the tingle in spines-
the rush in the stomach of blossoming lovers-
the citrusy taste of a future
spent in butterfly gardens
while leisurely drinking wine-
my love the scholars will claim
we were only friends who
shared not only a bed-
but a kitchen, a home, an undying love-
and say we were just roommates
we are the tingle in spines-
the rush in the stomach of blossoming lovers-
the citrusy taste of a future
spent in butterfly gardens
while leisurely drinking wine-
my love the scholars will claim
we were only friends who
shared not only a bed-
but a kitchen, a home, an undying love-
and say we were just roommates
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Sawyer Fell
Nov 28, 2021
this silly little thing was written after watching an old vine compilation on the car ride home from thanksgiving so i hope it make someone laugh or smile :)
i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses.