Jan 2013
Cheeks flushed,
Golden hair so thin...
I gaze upon you
Many a morning.
Achingly,
I chart
Your every movement,
And hope to create more
False
Assumptions
About your being,
And your doings
Golden hair so thin...
I gaze upon you
Many a morning.
Achingly,
I chart
Your every movement,
And hope to create more
False
Assumptions
About your being,
And your doings
I think dreams are worse than reality
