Wednesday, May 31

Untied

time passes slowly when you're in love
nothing else sounds fun
you stand so strong in the sun
and in the evening stoop so lowly
when she's gone

things aren't very important when you
live under the glass bubble of happiness
and craziness that is love
the razor edged shafts of light
descend from heaven,

you welcome them with open arms
escaping shadows for a lifetime or two.

1 comment:

lastlifeinmyuniverse said...

what a pretty poem. its so visual and pure.

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