I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand, so they buried me and when they buried me, they put these coins over my eyes, and I used them as bus fare to get back to Earth, just so I can look for you.
CrushedUnderAStackOfBookshas quoted5 months ago
I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs
just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you.
CrushedUnderAStackOfBookshas quoted5 months ago
I’d write about your eyelashes, and how they are like
violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.