I'm looking for
love as limitless
as the amount of
antique shops in any
given small town,
where the stories of old
take the form of rickety
milk carton crates
refusing to be sold.
Give me love as strong
as those floorboards
gently cradling the past.
The owner flips the
sign on the door.
"Closed"
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I'm looking for
love as limitless
as the amount of
antique shops in any
given small town,
where the stories of old
take the form of rickety
milk carton crates
refusing to be sold.
Give me love as strong
as those floorboards
gently cradling the past.
The owner flips the
sign on the door.
"Closed"
