Friday, February 6, 2015

Cold.

Stay with me,
Stay with me,
Stay with me -

A dandelion bursts and scatters across the wind
We walk in the pale summer twilight
Whispers of promises soothe our ears
Tomorrow
Our eyelids slide down
Yet still we are fused by strands of eternity

Speak to me and we won't feel the cold
Let's let these branches carry us away

My window is cracking.

Stay with me,
Stay with me,
Stay with me -

No comments:

Post a Comment