A pair of trees, but not a couple.
A Poplar and a Pine.
The needles seem too sharp,
but something about the way it shines makes me watch to reach for more.
Purple petals fall to the ground, perplexing me.
The tree has more scars than I do.
Be careful of the walnuts,
Their softness stains your skin.
Hills and little hiding spots,
the memories hide best underground.
No one told me to watch my step They want to let me be because they want to let me love. But I feel cautionless I feel like breezy...
we are both a little damaged but my broken pieces fill in yours like sand mending broken glass i've decided that stronger feeling is a...
I recognize myself for my zeal. When I love, I commit religiously. I have to search for continuity. The archetype of balance in my mind...