09-25-2021, 12:59 PM
Long tufts of tangled hair.
Fingers runnning along their oily rifts.
Distant gazing on the grass.
Orange clouds tatter the sky.
My dear, my love, my precious dirt, I pray that today never ends and loops on repeat.
She just stares far away, his pledges falling upon deaf ears.
The trees sway loftily; words ruffle from their leaves, whistling quietly in the wind and past the mountains: spoken by the only one who is able.
There is a long rattly inhale drawing from the earth, one that is never granted release.
Love envoloped her that day; in it's soft embrace.
As did the sun, shining so brightly that the world went away and never came back.
Fingers runnning along their oily rifts.
Distant gazing on the grass.
Orange clouds tatter the sky.
My dear, my love, my precious dirt, I pray that today never ends and loops on repeat.
She just stares far away, his pledges falling upon deaf ears.
The trees sway loftily; words ruffle from their leaves, whistling quietly in the wind and past the mountains: spoken by the only one who is able.
There is a long rattly inhale drawing from the earth, one that is never granted release.
Love envoloped her that day; in it's soft embrace.
As did the sun, shining so brightly that the world went away and never came back.