I once asked a boy to marry me And he looked at me like I had more heads than a bucket of nails By marry I meant love By love I meant 'could stand to be around' Being around in silence Holding hands tightly Wishing and hoping Lulling at the moon. I once asked a … Continue reading Same eyes
Every so often, this one person will come along and bring a presence that just seems to calm the sea. Her eyes- The sway of her hands. Her footsteps - molded to the shape of the rock beneath. Her breath; breathing in salty, out with fields of hope. There is something about her lips... The curve of … Continue reading She, part 2.