Jun 2014
One day we'll meet
when autumn's fire burns red with
the trees
and pavements brunch with
frosted leaf.
My anxious hands,
too hot, will find yours
and then I know we'll be okay
- T.W
when autumn's fire burns red with
the trees
and pavements brunch with
frosted leaf.
My anxious hands,
too hot, will find yours
and then I know we'll be okay
- T.W
This was written for me by a friend of mine I talk to through Twitter, he's lovely.
