The sun paints the sky in hues of pinks purples. And I #love you like the sun. It reaches its #zenith straightens its crown. And I love you like its climb. It paints the night in yellow stars. Do you love me like the stars? And all the way to Mars, kid.
We remain after years of blame. We don't talk much, but I hear the music in the #void that you became. Piano strums meddling with the hint of soft drums, as quiet and regretful as your soul. "Forgive me." Your words, beautiful intent, untrusting in delivery.
The rain spills secrets. During storms, Layce sits on the sidewalk and soaks in as many as her prying ears can fit. Yesterday, the rain whispered her parents didn't love each other anymore. It hissed as it washed over and drowned her in sorrow. 1/2 The rain spills secrets and the sun dries them away.… Continue reading Rain’s Secrets
Null, #void, surrounded by glow-in-the-dark star decals. Left bud in your ear, right in mine. The exquisite feeling of this place, written in lyrics on the insides of cassette tapes. Kisses sweet, soft on your lips. Promises promises, "Never forget."