* * *
lighting tiny fires
we crouch inside our mind
rememb'ring everything
* * *
she leaned with the wind
heart beating, hands outstretched, and
tried to catch the moon
we crouch inside our mind
rememb'ring everything
* * *
she leaned with the wind
heart beating, hands outstretched, and
tried to catch the moon
this is beautiful.
ReplyDeletemiss you, my missa.