onlysweetpea
Bluelighter
With eight million things to do
eight millions things on my plate
and time moving at the wrong pace
for
me
to
keep
up
I should be so thankful for the distraction
of little mundane life things
the fluffer
to keep me from myself
to keep me from thinking of
that time you pointed out your tree
the one you planted on the corner of 26th St,
and I looked with awe, and while distracted
you
kissed
me
without warning…
For the briefest moment I see you, in a light, in a way, in a second and think,
It truly is hard for something this beautiful to grow.
eight millions things on my plate
and time moving at the wrong pace
for
me
to
keep
up
I should be so thankful for the distraction
of little mundane life things
the fluffer
to keep me from myself
to keep me from thinking of
that time you pointed out your tree
the one you planted on the corner of 26th St,
and I looked with awe, and while distracted
you
kissed
me
without warning…
For the briefest moment I see you, in a light, in a way, in a second and think,
It truly is hard for something this beautiful to grow.
