dianett

in these days we'll live in love, and like stubborn children we'll hold on. becoming untamed by this wild feeling, it lets us loose. but we're grown up. surrounded by amber kitchen windows, where you tuck back my golden hair, kiss my shoulder, tell me to always be near. i'll make you promises that i know you trust, to find the gold beneath the husk. and in the mornings i'll miss the summer heat, sticky skin and white bed sheets. now all the birds in the yard have taken off in the wind- it's the last time i'll see them again till spring. you're black tea eyes are waiting, watching. your fog breath on the window glass. all the clock's u