Constant changing
of winds and minds and ideas.
Worry
nesting in my bones and thinning my thighs.
Love
blowing through our open mouths and burrowing
deep deep into my soul.
Hurt
in the most raw form
when your mind is cloudy and I care too much.
The end is so worth it
but the journey might eat me alive.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Constant changing
of winds and minds and ideas.
Worry
nesting in my bones and thinning my thighs.
Love
blowing through our open mouths and burrowing
deep deep into my soul.
Hurt
in the most raw form
when your mind is cloudy and I care too much.
The end is so worth it
but the journey might eat me alive.
I will keep doing this over and over and it will **** me.
