Wednesday, May 7, 2014

127/365 : scribbled on card stock, found under my desk



love is pulling the car
off the road
walking around
pulling me out
holding me without a sound
because words are no cure
for emptiness

love is shouting my name
into the wind
four times over
promising something bigger
than names
or sky

love is asking for my eyes
when i'd rather hide--

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