oh logan.
you are old and new each time.
i want to know you.
i want to know your secrets
and tell you mine
willfully.
oh attic bedroom.
you let me sit atop your shoulders
and watch the little sphere roll by.
you baste me in the stifling heat of summer
but fall has forever endeared me to you.
cool nights and lamp light.
the warmth of isolation.
oh heart.
come to life.
let me breathe love.
roam around a bit, won't you?
don't say goodbye so soon.
the night is young
let me breathe love
oh heart
how nice to see you here.
1 comment:
lovely. as always.
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