Sunday, April 17, 2011
The lights fall heavy on your soft face
I'm scared to answer your questions because I know that so much will hinder on the loaded words that fall from my mouth like the way stars sometimes look so deceivingly low that they lead you to believe they may fall straight from the sky into the creased palms of your hands on a warm summer night. I would still give up anything to be your everything, and like my grandfather always said, some things never change. Whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are, and maybe this is the type of connection that people try to captivate with words and maybe it is something that I don't understand entirely, but very much like you, it is something I am so very afraid to lose.
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