Love will remember.
When it's permanently etched into the veins
of the leaves,
barely clinging onto the branches of the trees,
waving not goodbye,
but until next time.
When it's nestled into the u-shaped symbol
our mouths make when we feel something
so tremendously warm,
that we cannot contain it anymore.
When it's powdered in the snow by our footprints,
keeping our bodies from floating away,
no fear.
When our cold breaths catch in our throats
as the words are frozen,
replaced by the sounds of our rhythmic heart
beats,
loud enough to replace our need to ******* scream
our feelings.
Cold bodies, warm hearts.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Love will remember.
When it's permanently etched into the veins
of the leaves,
barely clinging onto the branches of the trees,
waving not goodbye,
but until next time.
When it's nestled into the u-shaped symbol
our mouths make when we feel something
so tremendously warm,
that we cannot contain it anymore.
When it's powdered in the snow by our footprints,
keeping our bodies from floating away,
no fear.
When our cold breaths catch in our throats
as the words are frozen,
replaced by the sounds of our rhythmic heart
beats,
loud enough to replace our need to ******* scream
our feelings.
Cold bodies, warm hearts.
