For my best friend :)
Mac Miller, Circles
I am once again posting a picture of my fireplace
Years pass like trees out a car window. My hands on the steering wheel, your music in my head. The road trip music, the chill rock where the guitar is the lead and the singer takes second. Somehow you find your way into the bass players strings. Low and aggressive, relaxed and gentle. You’re with me as I drive through the mountains
GMorning, GNight by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Illustrated by Jonny Sun
I want to be written about on stick notes
I want something penned for me on a coffee stained napkin
I want to be written for on a mint gum wrapper
Small love letters secretly scrawled on the inside of locker doors
Someone write me a sonnet, a saga in four parts composed in a private diary by flashlight.
Sweet nothings etched in the stars themselves, in a not left in my lunch, on the fridge, next to my shoes
Tell me the secrets of your heart in the margins of your math note
Confess your love on a scrap piece of paper torn carelessly from a notebook
I saw a flower today...
Melissa, 23, she/her, Canadian, poetry and a little bit of everything all of the time
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