Oct 2016
I was going to be on time
But then I saw you
Blue eyes
The strings that connect us far too stretched out
Worn
Weary
As I walked away, catching time in my stride
The grey sky was bluer than it had been before
But then I saw you
Blue eyes
The strings that connect us far too stretched out
Worn
Weary
As I walked away, catching time in my stride
The grey sky was bluer than it had been before
Seeing an old friend- both bliss and pain but cartharsis either way.
