summertime
White billows afore cerulean blue
The smell of Charlie, like a pheromonic catalyst,
Whispers prospects of love. Continue reading “summertime”
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she learns to fall in love again
She stared into the mirror, into the past,
Saw her weeping behind closed doors—
The only place
the ivy league
In my sophomore year of high school, my father
took me on a “vacation.”
He wanted to show me the opportunities he had never had.
when we didn’t have money
When we didn’t have money
All we could give was our time
sanctuary
Within the lush greenery of our youth
We hid—knowing we could conquer the world, one kiss at a time
As the wolf chases the butterfly
So we chased our dreams into the ether, knowing that the moon could not be so far as the sky
falling in love with charlie
charlie never gets old.
his blue eyes,
and orange soul–they always mean well
he’ll always say hello.
a moment
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