You are a July campfire
And you, baby hands stretched out in warmth,
calloused fingers plucking metal strings
moments of laughter I'd echo for hours
I am the forest, and I sit in awe of you
Frayed blankets over the leaves,
calf's and feet intertwined
other initials carved into my skin.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
You are a July campfire
And you, baby hands stretched out in warmth,
calloused fingers plucking metal strings
moments of laughter I'd echo for hours
I am the forest, and I sit in awe of you
Frayed blankets over the leaves,
calf's and feet intertwined
other initials carved into my skin.
