Diary

I always meant to keep a journal
But
Then I met you
And
We got so busy living
That
Writing it all down got lost along the way
Though
I panic the world is spinning so damn fast
I’ll
Forget your golden constellation irises
So
I hold you
Because
How could I not
Find
Solace, in my infinitude of kisses written on your skin
-EJoveJohnson

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