you saturate my darkest nights
with all the colors that lay in your eyes

and if i never find another soul to love, i'll be okay with yours being the last.

maybe it will never change

maybe we will still be flowers on the side of the road

still no place to call home

but still flowing in our veins is the wildness and adventure that

we’ve always known to be

we would be gleaming with vivd colors.

still trying to survive


the droughts
the rains
the storms
the heat
the wind
the bitter cold

when winter comes along, and someone doesn’t stop to pick you next and we will be left

to wilt

forgotten

something once so beautiful and fragile

now lifeless and limp.

r. Powell

maybe the hesitation that ached below my skin
when i met you, was something i shouldn't have ignored.

we waltz in perfect time at the end of the line

back and forth

swaying

with a face full of smiles

with a heart full of ache

that the music will soon be over

and so we will.


but just for an extra moment
i get to hold you near me.

when do i miss you the most?
when the air conditioner is freezing cold?
or i just burnt breakfast because i got caught up kissing you good morning ?
or when i can't let go of you and its 11:30am and we've already missed the chance to get donuts at the drive thru?
I never thought i'd actually miss you.