Proper post is coming later tonight. 😉
“Untitled”
(work in progress)
There’s something in the way
The wind carries your voice
Across the long endless miles
Once traveled
When a chill takes to the air
I think of those cloudy, grey skies
And the way your warm lips felt
On mine
The cold air may chill
In the long winter nights
But I’ll be kept warm
By you
Millennial Witch 