turning towards headstones
these broken days we, under
the curtains green falling
& lost in the dream
stolen kiss on the cheek
in the nip of first frost
woolen the warmth
given your arms around
turning towards headstones
these broken days we, under
the curtains green falling
& lost in the dream
stolen kiss on the cheek
in the nip of first frost
woolen the warmth
given your arms around
2 responses to “broken days”
Wool sweater kisses..love it.
My high school sweetheart used to wear the most atrociously ugly sweater. It was the best sweater ever, and I never actually “wore” it.