when i looked at you for the first time, its was like i as a child remembering the bright of the sky and the shadows of the clouds.
you hair is that of wild nature,
i beleive that you are of the same.
all i have is writing. but the words spill like color from a paint can that i want to open and coat my world with.
i dont need you, with out you i will live. i want your heart to cast roots deep in rich earth, so that we may grow strong in one another.
my sences tell me that time is getting away from me.
fortunitly time is only a figment to me.
but i shudder to think i could really be here, where my head and heart agree, so strange.
a rare thing to be in calm wait. |
Submission Name: Words that Spill from a Paint Can
