i see myself sipping chai and finally letting my hair become white; and you, with your socialist dreams and your desire to photograph the world, i see you staring off into the snow and remembering the moment we stopped using like and began falling in love.
02/10/2009
Posted on 02/11/2009Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
That's a pretty damn lovely sentiment. I especially like the first stanza and the bit about letting your hair turn white.
