Counting Your Mississippi’s

Sorry the way I talk about u is so loud I’ve never been good at being me, I like to listen intently to people for some reason who barely speak, but I feel like the world would stop spinning if i stopped thinking about u being a musical box ballarina, I could watch every night before I went to bed with the music in your eyes the song would put me to sleep and my dreams would be of the good old days catching fire Flys on summer nights in mason jars that light my way.

I hope u spend the day with someone u love and u can’t keep your soul off of theirs as they write u something beautiful u can cut and paste to your heart. laughing with a half moon smile, picnicking  in wild flowers and enjoying the day.

Poem and pictures by Jesse Cilio / Model: Rebecca Gatta 


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