How were we to know
that in our effort
to be extraordinary,
we would make only
careless, forgotten love.
How were we to know
you would be only
a freckle
on sun-kissed skin,
a whisper in the wind
not strong enough
to tickle my neck.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
How were we to know
that in our effort
to be extraordinary,
we would make only
careless, forgotten love.
How were we to know
you would be only
a freckle
on sun-kissed skin,
a whisper in the wind
not strong enough
to tickle my neck.
