When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd’s purse.

She tastes like
a hot
chocolate
On a cold
Winters day.


She smells like
Freshly washed
Bedsheets
On a chilly
spring day.

She sounds like
The rain on
The window
On a rainy
summers day.

She feels like
The wind in
Your hair
On a windy
Autumn day.

Remember this: you only die once,
                                      
                                   but you live everyday.

i guess i don't love you anymore
i l i v e you.