Saturday 31 January 2015

Future






It's hard to imagine how much I hate that you're beautiful.

…your eyes, your lips, your hands.



It's funny that you're funny, and that is so sad.

You cry, I laugh, we're mad.



It's kind of scary that we know, that it is as we see,

A reflection of you; the reflection of me.



It's in this that we find our solace and hope.

...to belong, to be free, to be.