sun dried laughter and star caked smiles.
it was temporary.
palaces made of things like that always seem temporary.
you drink red wine for breakfast and walk away with galaxies on your neck at lunch and meet bittersweet lips for dinner. you never thought that you’d be leaving it behind with desperate hugs and an unexpected,“I’ll call you later”(s).
sun dried laughter that turned to sweet soft smiles at nothing but the faint freckles on your face that they called,“skin stars”,star caked smiles that melted into star entwined glimmers in their eyes when the only barrier between you two was the screen on your laptop and miles between you.
things only made for a small few.
— //dear anonymous