Dewberry writhe crowns
and a soft summer breeze
Your fingers running through my hair
as we layed in a feild,
the grass burned and dry from the summer sun
My chest ached for you,
from you,
as the summer burned away
leaving our fleeting love in the ashes
But know this, my love,
no matter what happens when the heat cools,
I will always cherish these moments
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Seeking Solace
Poesia"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
