• jennamaejames 6w

    5:02pm at the physician's office, sick with the flu

    And you're the reason I'm smiling,
    In this cold, white washed place
    That's filled with so much light
    it hurts my eyes.
    In this frigid, bland and lonely room,
    I have the memory of you.
    And it warms me more than
    any fever ever could