Hidden Thoughts

A poem.

Photo by Taylor Ann Wright on Unsplash

Words
Breathe in.
Matters of
small meaning.
You.
Hide
me,
I
Just stay.
Believe…
you to be
the
greenest
grass.
Don’t
cut this short.
I
love
even
when you
can
be so
very
cold.
Fleeting
words
too much.

Christie Alex Costello, MBA

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Love Advocate | Coffee Enthusiast | Dog Mom | Athlete | World Wanderer | Texas | Instagram @ProjectCostello

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