paper plane

Updated: Jun 15, 2018

i like watching the sky

it’s shy burnt orange kisses

a concrete high way that makes you want to run and run and never stop

i don’t remember a time the clouds beamed brighter


i like walking

past lights that wave hello like goodbyes don’t have to come

and if you focus enough on the bubble shadows

for a split second, maybe they don’t


but tomorrow’s wearing its coat of fuzz

and tomorrow will come

even when these streets smell of stay

say we do see August, say we don’t

i question why i even care

when in this light, the ticking stops

and we are far away


today i’ll watch the broccoli carpet from above

through rosebud shades again


stained corners of your curled lips

the sleepy murmurs carved for later on


i like days spent with you


Recent Posts

See All

sunday spaghetti

limbs heavier with i’ve missed you but you still smelt same of mum of sunday spaghetti and soft yellow curves hello meo ơi, mẹ bảo meo đâu rồi? yet you didn’t hear me when “con chỉ thế thôi” when i wa

what i know to be true

if you could describe this trip around the sun in three words, what would they be? what have you accomplished? what will you? what's brought the most joy? what new habits have you acquired? what are y

  • White YouTube Icon
  • White Instagram Icon
  • White Facebook Icon
  • White SoundCloud Icon

© 2018 by Millie Le