By The River
it was quiet by the river
only her sniffles and the crashing of water was heard
it was almost as if we were the only ones on this earth
i listened as her heart cried
the vulnerability was so surreal
my arm went around her shoulders
i could feel her breaking underneath me
the sky that evening was beautiful
with its paint stroke clouds
painting a story like the one she was telling about
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
By The River
it was quiet by the river
only her sniffles and the crashing of water was heard
it was almost as if we were the only ones on this earth
i listened as her heart cried
the vulnerability was so surreal
my arm went around her shoulders
i could feel her breaking underneath me
the sky that evening was beautiful
with its paint stroke clouds
painting a story like the one she was telling about