history has its eyes on you.
she smells like lemon-grass and sleep
she tastes like apple juice and peach
you would find her
in a polaroid picture
and she, means everything to me
still trying to figure out my place in this world.
(re)reading black beauty
(always)listening to dodie & sleeping at last
i just can't seem to find where my piece fits in this puzzle of life.
Written By: SunV
April 21, 2021