water well by jen
this memory and wilted flowers are all i have left of you
My brittle bones quake beneath your heavy heart. I’m not sure I can withstand your love, it’s so great. #theartoffallinginlove
echoed voices in the night,
our faces lit with flickers of moon beams,
of fire sparks pirouetting heavenward.
you are hushed tones in a twelve man tent
by the ocean’s edge where we first shared souls.
you are buckets of tears that have been forgotten
from the time you said i was a sister to you.
you are slathered with goodness,
so much so, it vibrates off your skin.
i only hope it clings to my clothes,
tangles my hair, a virtuous epidemic,
for to be near you is to be lucky,
to be friends, an honour.
tons of love xx.
Sorry I was speeding, officer. I was listening to Mumford and Sons and the banjo solo came on.
if i were a skylark by jen
(for when you have the sweetest thoughts but fear speaking them out loud)