I sit in the spot where we last encountered and picture you dancing.
Swirling the vibrations that you pulled from my heart strings with your bow.
As a caterpillar crawls across my shoe, I can't help but hope that it's a gift from you.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
I sit in the spot where we last encountered and picture you dancing.
Swirling the vibrations that you pulled from my heart strings with your bow.
As a caterpillar crawls across my shoe, I can't help but hope that it's a gift from you.
