it's like i'm
making up for lost time.
gushing to you about everything i've done or been doing
clinging on for another hug or chance at cuddling. all my forbidden fruits were complex
when betrayal and sadness could only
be expressed through
the careful yet immature words of "i'm
but now i'm catching up on lost time.
like how your name never lost meaning after saying it a million
i'll spew out "i love you" a million times
[let's keep existing between this
line of black and white.] this grey is now a glowing silver
and this heart has a lot of love to give.
after suppressing it all and only living out my dreams while i
now i want to keep making up for lost time in this space with