One who loves you today, but isn't so sure the next.. one whose cards could call or fold...
And dark clouds fill up her skies..
Her feet grows cold, and her heart burns,
All the bridges that dared to rise...
And with it, the sweet smell of dew..
And every song, bring thoughts, of a loved one,
And then her smiles are wider too...
Whatever her dawn may bring..
There's a purple heart, which will always be warm,
And to hers, it'd always swing...
#IfWordsWereNudes
