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.
By Kate E6 years ago in Poets
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
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