hands in the garden

swift
to speak..

but slow to
love..

when push comes
to blush

and the game
proves
hard

i crumble like
a tower of
cards.

3 thoughts on “”

Enter your comment here...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s