I open the front door to be greeted by a gust of chilled air The trees bow unison with the current and I can see my car covered in browned leaves
By C. F.5 years ago in Poets
My muscles are weak I only had one glass Strange isn’t it? But I like the feeling You tell me you can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together
I can’t wait to see you every morning No fluorescent screen to bring light to our faces But the natural gleam of the sun streaming through breaks in curtains