vanillablizzard

indigo-child with your silver-threaded bones, you are a girl that is more intangible than our tangled heart-strings, a girl made of summer breezes and daisy daydreams and i swear i could’ve kissed you then. gold-blooded girl, your hand whispers against mine like autumn leave skittering down city pavements, your eyes pool into mine like inkblots onto plain parchment, i am stained and i swear i could’ve kissed you then. your absence aches like six more weeks of winter, frost-bitten boys call me to bed with arctic iris fingers, i thaw on your return, blooming with crocus sighs, i grow under your springtime touch and i swear i coul