In a field of Sunflowers,
I find myself caught by your tall posture and your bright green eyes.
Your bright green eyes turn to a bright shade of yellow in just the right amount of sun.
You never seem to believe me on that part.
Wich is okay,
Because you can not see all the little things that I can.
But you still admire that I give you the compliments.
I love that about you.
I dont know if you know what I think your made out of.
Love,
Sympathy,
Empathy,
The way that you talk to people.
Your always reaching out.
You help others that really need it.
You've helped me, more then you could know.
Maybe it's looking at you for ten minutes a day.
Or,
Maybe,
Simply the prescense;
That keeps me calm,
Collected.
Most things just solve themselves when I'm with you.
Is that strange?
To feel that even if you say a single word on my problems.
They're just gone.
It feels like a I'm in a field of Sunflowers.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Firework's and Symphonies
No FicciónWhat is it that drags me to you? That makes me crawl, that brings an ever lasting urge to our lives together. We walk, We run, We skip, We hop, will our ties always be what we wish of them?
