#grannyswisdom
"His love was like
falling asleep on an unmade bed,
Like we won't care
by the end of an exhausting day".
"His love was like
those white-lies that never hurt,
the faint rainbow that can't be
photographed,
the soft giggle of an asylum
patient,
that expired gift voucher
in your high school slam book".
55 years into it;
She just smiles and says,
"If that's not love,
I don't know what is".
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC