Love like this. . Is it still love when we no longer touch?,. passing white sheets in the night,. love goes unspoken, we don't say a word,. we simply turn out the lights..
In a book in a box in the closet. In a line in a song I once heard. In a moment on a front porch late one June. In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon.
In a book, in a box, in the closet. In a line, in a song I once heard. In a moment on a front porch late one June. In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon.
I got a one hundred-dollar bill. It's all shiny, crisp, and clean. And it's burning a hole in the pocket of my jeans. I think I'll spend it on some pills.