Chloe

Dear spring, you came unannounced this time.

I felt like I have known you for ages, yet I’m lost in shivers of whispers; longing, fear & hope.

The early hours of dew, my toes cold and my tongue warm, i sought comfort in your heavy smell; drunk in the comfort of forever.

My knight in shining amour has holes in his socks, and wears a soft Casio. I know, I know; dreams stays high in the foreboding skies. Yet his soft words humors me, I stay afloat in a haze of something tangible. Some call it love, I don’t know.

The days passes too fast; the looming of dread comes close yet I’m okay. I’m okay with Mondays, and a little fight.

My nails are drawn & sharp if you come a little too close, but I’m okay with a little mess.