Nov 2013
The hills are back in droves.
There are lilacs in your eyes.
It is winter.
I am yours, you are mine.
I count to ten.
You breathe me in.
I feel void.
So I, begin the count again.
There are lilacs in your eyes.
It is winter.
I am yours, you are mine.
I count to ten.
You breathe me in.
I feel void.
So I, begin the count again.
