sticky hands

lexi ୨୧
Jul 18, 2024

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a short poem. ♡

i picked out an ice cream today.
in the midst of a sunny day.
as i wait for you, it starts to melt.
my sticky hands were once felt.

i’ll take a bite to lessen the smile.
as i remember your touch for a while.
so i sit back and reminisce,
the coldness of your kiss.
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆。˚

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lexi ୨୧
lexi ୨୧

Written by lexi ୨୧

"But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for” - John Keating, Dead Poets Society

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