A quiet bus serene and filled
with slow sounds of rain and slight chatter
music playing in your headphones
and the path of trees flying by
the bus is quite smooth today
we pass the next stop with a group of six girls,
the serene peaceful still and faint sounds
Burst into a loud corruption
Of chatter and gossip
The max volume of your headphones
cannot silent the girls
Your stuck like this until you arrive to your destination.
Lovely love notes pt.2
God I can’t even fathom such a boy exists, you know those angels in paintings? Thats you. My angel. I can see your halo and the charming fair skin from oil paintings. And you’re too funny too… well not perfect you’re right about that, you’re fascinating, gorgeous, and adorable. This might be cringe but that’s just my point, Even thought it’s cringy it’s true. You might not get this but at least I wrote my feelings. <3
I am Meadow
I was born in the spring with copper colored hair
With a name meaning a field near a stream
I can hear it
But what's IN a meadow?
Under the surface?
Under my appearance?
Behind emerald eyes?
A world of its own
A textured wonderland
Someone afraid of growing up
Afraid of seeing the awfulness in the world
But my name leads you to that
That's next to the stream
Of Ideas that flow without caution
Of beautiful drawings
Of wonderful music
Lovely Love notes
I can’t believe you exist, the sole purpose of romanticizing lives, you sat and read your books, and the tiny details you set pours out of yourself. Chipped nail polish, stars on everything, origami pinned to bags, pins of little aliens, drawing on your sketchbook in the hall. I almost feel as if im the boring one. The one person with no personality since yours is so radiant. You're never late to class, all A's and B's. It's like you're perfect, yet there's no such thing as perfect. What's another word for it? Flawless? Faultless? Ideal? Superb? Exquisite?