Saturday, April 19, 2014

Au Revoir

How do I tell you.
As warm water and spices warm the inner linings of a body we once shared. 
But a mind apart and turning. Always. 
It's like this
But it isn't, is it? 
I'd like to hold your hand and forget about what I want. 
I'd like to hold your hand and forget. 


Wanderlust

I like the smell of rain
Wandering on paths 
And wondering if I took the right one
Or if I even care