Sometimes the purist souls
Are the ones who always get hurt


Stay strong A.M. ❤

And I hope
That every single time you see storm clouds approaching,
you are reminded of my grey eyes.
I hope, my dear, that you realize that I was your storm,
And you were just another casualty.

Drops of rain that forms a puddle
Watching them drop in a splish splash muddle
Or feeling sun against your face
And amber dusks after hazy days

Soft kitten purrs, cuddles and love
Laying on grass, looking at clouds above
The taste of summer still on your lips
Paddling in the sea, as water reached your hips

Watching the sunset and the skies go black
The moon appears and lights up the dark
The sweet kisses of your beloveds mouth
Scent of skin in which you can drown

All memories of our yester years
Remembering with smiles and some with tears
Some small some fully blown
But every one our very own.