my hair is shorter -
finally.
and my eyes are wider
once again.
my face is shorter but my thoughts are longer
and the world is turning faster and faster.
so if the days don't last
and the summer falls,
winter springs,
and the world stalls,
i'll live these days like they're my last -
fully,
funly,
frantically,
fast.
2 comments:
"funly."
i love you.
bricks...
look at tess and my poems from june. we have all written brick poems this summer.
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