A Manic Pixie Kind of Lady

Often you surprise me, you talk to me wisely, I forget our age, when I feel infinite you’re here to ground me. I fly or I wanna try; I’m not static. I sigh and I wanna give up and die; “I’m a little dramatic.” Back and forth on nights when the moon is gone, manicContinue reading “A Manic Pixie Kind of Lady”