Saturday, July 4, 2015

Themes/Dreams

I've always wanted to write something that flowed together, something with a noticeable theme that didn't feel repetitive. In the mean time I'm just writing lazy almost-haikus about dreams. 

The Morning
His hands were soft
The tide turned at midnight 
I always leave first 

Waiting Room
The smell of coffee
I read your eyes like a book
We are all alone 

Ocean Dwellers
The ship sunk slowly
Loud footsteps in the hallway
Bodies always float

Our Summer
I swallowed the sun
My heart already knew you
Bright stars burn quickly 

Accidents Happen
They lent together
Triangles hold the most weight
I watched them break

Pancakes
You hate morning breath
Whispers into the cover
I drove home smiling

Love E x



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