things to try.

phosphosoda

so kind.

"my favorite picture of you is one i have of the last day of school and you are wearing a black shirt with white polka dots and the sun was on my back and on your face and your eyes half-closed as you smiled. the shirt was soft and hugged your body closely. it was gorgeous.

your eyes are more like shattered pools of color and your voice, in its whisper, denies your self expression

your shyness is very attractive.
your hands have a way of making nervous movements into graceful gestures.
your lips are of light clouds and foreign freinds.they make me regret..

you deserved to be loved and to know how good it can feel to be touched."

Sha Sha

That dream was so incredibly real. It really was. Your lips were so close, I could taste the saliva you left on my bottom lip, which I know you left on purpose, you wanted to torture me. You were tricking me then, too. You always do. You... I don't know. It is strange, well not strange. You are so beautiful. It might just be the fact that you are gone that makes this so strong. I swear, I feel so inferior to you, like, I write like a child. You are so much more better with your words, I am less creatve than you. I don't know why I think about this stuff. I really miss you.