#loveat4am

[wordsbyeveline]

they were still young when they promised each other

to ressurect the summer of love together

bringing kindness back to mankind

giving out free kisses and peace signs

growing gardens on metro sidestreets

getting inspired by smiles and starlight

and then bowing and taking their leave

onto the next city.

— the wanderers and the summer of love, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

i'm standing on the edge of the milkyway

stuck in a stargazer's fever dream

where we were on earth watching daybreak

when you said you'd have to leave.

you said you needed space

now i'm a hundred million miles away

in a whole other galaxy

waiting,

wishing that you'd look for me.

— space and time, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

you make me

want to write again

and i think that

this inspiration

might just be

the purest form of love.

— i met someone, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

autocorrect tells me that

awesomesauce isn't a real word.

I turn it off

and all my typos

tear the paragraphs of art

into trillions of parts.

so I turned autocorrect back on

and again

all my texts felt wrong.

— probly a word, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

the words "i love you" slip off my tongue and drip out of my mouth as easily as oil and honey and gasoline.

—eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

if you need a girl to

look at you like

she's

in love with you

then

come through.

but keep in mind

she's

seeing five other guys

at the same time

giving them all

butterflies.

— to be honest, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

how am i gonna get this right?

i try so hard to be beautiful in your eyes

to the point where i forget what i even look like.

what's it going to take for you to think i'm lovely?

i'm bruising my legs and scraping my knees

in hopes that you'll eventually find me pretty.

what can i do to make you love me?

i've been trying way too hard

and pretty soon i'm pretty sure i won't care at all.

— look pretty, by eveline

[wordsbyeveline]

How can we love flowers

and not pick them

to bring them home?

And put them on funeral cars and in vases and in preservation jars and blank spaces

to fill up the gap where we

believe that beauty is missing?

— the blossoms, by eveline