some other girl teach me not to fall so fast not to jump right in step right off not to trust not to feel so much so fast not to miss you not to miss not to speak so loosely sweetly not to speak
Wahrend mein Körper hier ist,ist mein Herz dort… While my body is here, my heart is there… Time spent waiting is a bittersweet garden. Each moment spent apart makes each moment spent in communion much sweeter; more rare. These obstacles are purely physical, a test of our resources. Honestly, seventy four miles has never felt […]
You have a way of melting my stress -my sorrows by taking my hand. You have a way of kissing me that blurs all else and sets thoughts to swirling. You have a way of speaking so sweetly. I’m happy to simply sit near, be still, listen. You have a way. You have a way.
Her birthday banner is hung presents lay opened on the floor she is sitting in her highchair learning to use a spoon the smell of dinner hangs it is six o’clock and this is the part where you walk in through our door where you ignore your work-weary bones and you tell us ” I […]
I have memories tangled in Orion’s belt they are chilly and smell of red wine new sweet and complicated softening what could have been sharp I’m thankful I’m gracious for time given to shared with me and the cool night wind
Last kisses are sneaky little tender spies variety unknown until it’s too late until it’s over Ladies let this teach us treat each kiss like your last savor the sweet live in each meeting of the lips maintain your secret smile with their memory and tend to bruises another day
Sunday is a lost day (fantastically so) Too busy living for blogging Too busy laughing and laying around Too busy taking care Great care he is a thick, sweet salve