*I remember sitting cross-legged
in the backyard with you,
stringing dandelions together
and lazily strumming my guitar
while you rested your head
on my thigh last summer.
I sang soft melodies
and you dreamt that time stopped
and we left this town together. . .*
but alas.
You're too practical,
and I'm too scared,
so here we go again.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
*I remember sitting cross-legged
in the backyard with you,
stringing dandelions together
and lazily strumming my guitar
while you rested your head
on my thigh last summer.
I sang soft melodies
and you dreamt that time stopped
and we left this town together. . .*
but alas.
You're too practical,
and I'm too scared,
so here we go again.
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