May, you have my heartbut my soul belongsto September
Let’s be a field of dandelions:Light enough to rise on the windSoft enough to land where we…
ask the moon-kissed skyto paint our stories in spellsof the afterglow
The underside of my tearsis a recollection of youslowly dripping out of my life
a dancing fireflymakes way for darkness to glowgently flows the night
Maybe it was my undoingthat unspooled this yarnand left me in a puddleat the bottom of your…
your fragilityspeaksvolumes…