Some days slip away almost unnoticed, still wearing yesterday’s sadness, and I’m left stirring forgiveness into pockets swimming without sight. night brings out the sad in me, yet they say just because it tastes good doesn’t mean it isn’t poison. how many galaxies must i explore before i find myself wandering through a field of wildflowers with your hand in mine? I want to feel the weight of you on my chest, instead of inside it. I try not to breathe when you’re not around. I try to dance all night without moving. And though your eyes are a prophecy for I can see a future in them, my heart is just a prison for what could have been. does the death of love have a memory fitting of tears that shape the clouds into a love letter never meant to rain where it shines, just a few thoughts or two, sometimes i place the sky underneath these eyelids and ask the sun to wake me up when the world spins and i’m slowing down. i’m dripping poetry from my heart, but you can only see the things that matter to you. i can only pray that love looks a lot like what we’ve been building together. i hope you find peace within yourself because love really does sit well in your smile.
“You don’t always win your battles, but it’s good to know you fought.”
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Unique exterior entry area. Shaping the house to direct you to the entrance & accents of green planting & overhangs
