I hate you. I hate you. I do. I hate that. you're the one who can. make me feel gorgeous. with just just a flick of your finger. it is that easy. . yes there was a time.
The deafening sound of silence. Silence the siren between us. Now I drink back the past. Back to our wedding day. We'd hang onto every. Word that the other would say.
He is not a weatherman. But his bride lies with the land. And she will whisper to him. I'll be dressing up in snow. Cloaked in echo, it's almost. As if only Nature knows.