Poems from lilwhimsy
All you ever read about are the girls that are made of light and smell like summer and
speak like walking through molasses
all people ever...
You are his Summer Girl. His Early June. His Late July. You are his quick fix. His in-between. You are his fall back. His default. You are...
I had this dream about you.
We were sitting on the hood of your car in a
grocery store parking lot, you
were apologizing for all the shit...