i like you and i wish you liked me too
no matter the time
because when i see you
my eyes seem to open wide
seeing the world
just a tiny bit brighter
if only you were able to see what i see
then maybe
just maybe
we could finally be

ughpoems:

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath