for my girlfriend, who gets me roses
More by izz_midnight
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jumpers
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
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observation iii
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
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observation ii
We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.
The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,
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