a little man and a little me
holding hands, admiring trees
smoking bud and making love
together, time is never enough
but we don't look at the future
instead we gaze at one another
a spiritual connection in a very human world
if only we weren't bound by humanistic words
to describe what we feel; language is never enough
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
a little man and a little me
holding hands, admiring trees
smoking bud and making love
together, time is never enough
but we don't look at the future
instead we gaze at one another
a spiritual connection in a very human world
if only we weren't bound by humanistic words
to describe what we feel; language is never enough
for my lover and best friend.
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