Seasonal Love Disorder
Does he show or grow?
I think we both know he's a grower
Growing & Planting seeds
Seeds and Space in my head
Space between my thoughts
Tulips grow strong in the Spring
Come Fall everything freezes
We won't see them or him until next Spring
But.. When they return we will water them as if they never froze
We will treat him as if he never left
Wednesday 10th April 2019 5:45 am
This is how I feel when I see that one letter
Sleepy eyes stare into sleepy eyes
Hand that rotates on your back
Pulling from the slack
Everything is beautiful when light refracts
The moon is sleeping, and with eyes peeping
You feel the space growing
Wednesday 10th April 2019 5:36 am
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