dear January,
your sunsets are incredible,
even if it seems cold
they're all about what I'm looking for.
like the colour of his eyes in my dreams
when he looks at me I feel that warmth
and I smile like a little girl
because of the strange things in my chest
sounds great, like a fairy tale.
but my reality is that he doesn't exist
a boy with awesome dimples
i wish him to know that I'm in love with
the paintings that he sends up into the sky
it created a connection between our hearts.
to nj
— anna pierce, sunsets









