She's like the faint sound of wind on a sunny day,
Like the first bite of a meal after hours of not eating,
Like the soft whisper of hope in times of despair,
Like a smile on the day you want it all to end,
Like the slight smell of flowers in an empty field,
Things that are so simple and delicate,
And yet, I cannot live without.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
She's like the faint sound of wind on a sunny day,
Like the first bite of a meal after hours of not eating,
Like the soft whisper of hope in times of despair,
Like a smile on the day you want it all to end,
Like the slight smell of flowers in an empty field,
Things that are so simple and delicate,
And yet, I cannot live without.