My eyes wandered in my past.
Where I relentlessly jump on your straight back.
The grass split as it hit the earth.
Each drop contains a pent-up longing.
Or about the strength of your hand that easily picks me up or just raises me on a high chair.
My eyes wandered in my past.
Where I relentlessly jump on your straight back.
The grass split as it hit the earth.
Each drop contains a pent-up longing.
Or about the strength of your hand that easily picks me up or just raises me on a high chair.
Awwwwn, sweet young love....
The simplicity of this poem is grand! Well done K
Thanks