Over Your Shoulder As You Leaned Over The Crisp Pages Of The New Books You Always Brought To Class - Blog Posts

lesbian ramblings late night thoughts doom scrolling i remember how the sun reflected the deep beautiful brown hidden in your long dark hair how i couldnt quite see because i didnt have my glasses yet? when i see willow branches lightly touseled by wind it makes me think of how your hair would flow so gently over your shoulder as you leaned over the crisp pages of the new books you always brought to class i doubt you remember anything about me;but part of me was shaped by you