Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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20, moon child, hair-artist.
I live with grace in my heart & flowers in my messy hair.
INSTAGRAM: @shinadee

I met you in May, will you remember that?
I took the jack and coke from your hand and took the last sip.
You were so far gone yet still well aware of how badly I wanted to feel your warmth.
We always ended up at that corner bar together.
I’ll kiss you as many times as you ask me to, and chase you until you give up.
I didn’t mean for the sleepless nights but they were well worth it.
Even when you’re gone I’ll still go to our corner bar.

The only face I’ll ever see is yours.