you were paper skin and fragile bones
you were drying ink on wooden floors
you were drizzle in a cold summer's eve
you were the soft, rocking waves of the sea
you were the pages of my favorite book
my heart, your gentle words took
you were everything and nothing at once
you lit a fire in my heart
you left your mark right from the start
you were ashes in the wind
you were tiny feathers breaking free
you were feelings left unspoken
you were kisses left not given
you were nothing and everything at once
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
you were paper skin and fragile bones
you were drying ink on wooden floors
you were drizzle in a cold summer's eve
you were the soft, rocking waves of the sea
you were the pages of my favorite book
my heart, your gentle words took
you were everything and nothing at once
you lit a fire in my heart
you left your mark right from the start
you were ashes in the wind
you were tiny feathers breaking free
you were feelings left unspoken
you were kisses left not given
you were nothing and everything at once
