Sorry it's a sick day and I am extremely bored so I wrote this and now
i've posted it and now you're about to read it!Yay cough syrup! lol

The freckles dot her perfect skin
A constellation that he likes to trace with his fingertips
As they both watch Sunday fade away
Her eyelids gently slipping south
Soft breathing
Even softer kisses
Butterflies
Eskimos
These are the moments
The hours
The days
That our Polaroid minds need to keep

A gentle creak in summer’s dusk
Two aged hands embrace
Pinkies intertwine under pink skies
His head rolls back in laughter
At years of long sighs and inevitable good byes
Kisses on his forehead
Looks of disbelief
Of passion
Of love
These are the moments
The hours
The days
That our Polaroid minds need to keep

nice...

I like it.