Róisín

turn down the headlights and look my way. we’ll tell our parents the best of things no matter how awful they seem. the sickness of a family.trace your eyes wake and retrieve. the morning sun can look so mean, the color. kiss your head, don’t say a thing. we’ll live forever in books, darling.its the secrets beneath the leaves i keep with me. i’m falling up and down and ill never write the letter i wish you could read, the words perfectly.