open up the moon. let the
g l o w
pour out.
honey-cold, shimmering pale gold like your cheekbones under lamplight. warm-like. i’m with you, slippery roads and maybe not so comforting, but i’m with you when you want me. y o u
m a y b e
e v e n
w h e n
d o n ’ t . september 26, 2018. 10:38 pm b y j a n a
