In a forest, tucked away hidden between padded ferns and angered flowers, whose roots grew wider then the seas, was a heart crossed of all the thorns she didn't need.
It was his sunset-painted heart, dulcet-washed eyes, and his contagious laughter that makes my mornings and anxiety-filtered moments spark little fires deep inside.
I'm still me And we're distant now I've gotten stronger And growing loud Sometimes I wonder If you hadn't gone Extending hands Vast beyond the sea Collecting deep-colored shells For a heart severed-to-be
frosty crystals clung to light shows on windowsills they ran faster than their hands could touch on the run from racing time streams of comfort left rainy roads bare to them, nothing on earth compared