things I have been thinking about
Fields
The old mountain spills,
2 hikers walk past unknowing,
birds flying over head in the near direction,
and the trail is faint,
like a vein away from the heart.
The old wind sings,
while you want it to whisper.
2 lovers do what they do,
in the flower field,
thinking it must be forever.
You sit in front of your mirror,
putting on lipstick.
2 hikers walk past unknowing,
birds flying over head in the near direction,
and the trail is faint,
like a vein away from the heart.
The old wind sings,
while you want it to whisper.
2 lovers do what they do,
in the flower field,
thinking it must be forever.
You sit in front of your mirror,
putting on lipstick.
