Find me in between your poems
and in the strokes of your paintings.
Find me in the dark woods
and in the trees I carved your name in.
Find me hiding beneath your wings
and whispering things I never should have said.
Find me walking along bridges
staring up at the sky that's turning red.
The day closes, darkness falls over.
On the pavement I sit as the night gets colder.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
Find me in between your poems
and in the strokes of your paintings.
Find me in the dark woods
and in the trees I carved your name in.
Find me hiding beneath your wings
and whispering things I never should have said.
Find me walking along bridges
staring up at the sky that's turning red.
The day closes, darkness falls over.
On the pavement I sit as the night gets colder.
