The tree danced outside your window as your breath waged on through the napalm silence that covered my skin melting beneath the sheets
My thoughts were heavy and dense like lead
Sinking in the tidal waves of emotion I was too afraid to show you
It was reckless
Impulsive
The kind of thing that only fools do in love
Our food sat in bags on the kitchen table
Our cloths laid a wreck across the floor
Who needs to eat?
Who needs to dream?
Who needs to do anything but not not hold you?
Like the world will fall apart
Or our skin will melt off
So the tree could dance outside your window
Wow!
Simply wow! My Dear! From the title to the last line! ;-)
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let me guess I have this in the wrong folder?
Much Love
Ashley