I am currently taking a break from AP
read you all soon 
~
Your sins cling to my skin
like persistent stains
unexpected and by mistake
and no matter how I scour
the fibers
from the depths of my heart
there will always be
that faint trace of you
on every inch of me
~
Trophies
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~
whispers roll
through cornflowers
whisking blues away for a moment
we know what it means
to be free
we could capture
fireflies in mason jars
while we bathe
in December’s warmth
but freedoms beauty
always triumphs
as the sun sets in your eyes
how innocent
our touching of hands
was back then
using them only
to draw wishes on stars
as they fell from view
knowing as summer closed
innocence like this
would never be recaptured
not even with mason jars
~
Just Words




