Breathe me in during your quietest moments
let me sit like a fly on the inner wall your heart
seeing each intricate thought and uncensored action.
Tell me what you think about at 2 a.m.
when the world...
As we drove along the winding interstate the world sat quietly. It watched from the sidelines and shaded our path. The tires spun with anticipation of new roads to travel. The birds and other woodland...
You walk down oak tree lined streets
where fallen leaves and broken dreams lay disregarded in tear soaked gutters.
The crisp air blows against your skin meeting chapped lips and flushed cheeks.