Starry nights, and lingering thoughts

Portland OR

Description

To you, my night sky filled with a blue moon softly pouring through the clouds like waves, still floating? I remember all the ways I'd speak the word nine just to feel the high but I was drowning in you. To much water is never good, but I miss sinking in all the ways that felt like floating, shallow waters wade deep. It was just a twinkle in your eye, that I mistaken for a star I should've known we'd always fade blue.