Them
Them
Spring time blossoms in the midst of October
He seemed like the very anodyne my broken self had been hounding for.
A breath of fresh air amidst the polluted chaos
He seemed like the very dream I had been hoping for.
Yellows and reds of the autumn in the midst of March
She seemed like the love I had been longing for.
A chaotic poetry for my rigid self
She seemed like the very dream I had been hoping for.