i always like to think about sailboats
red, blue, green
triangles on the horizon
my favorite shape
and i don't know who i am anymore
when i look at you...
then i trace the maps on your hands
and i remember
autumn days
brisk and just warm enough
kicking through leaves
thinking of you....
how we're all just human in the end,
how quickly life can change,
and how sometimes
love does win
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
i always like to think about sailboats
red, blue, green
triangles on the horizon
my favorite shape
and i don't know who i am anymore
when i look at you...
then i trace the maps on your hands
and i remember
autumn days
brisk and just warm enough
kicking through leaves
thinking of you....
how we're all just human in the end,
how quickly life can change,
and how sometimes
love does win
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