fingers trace your every outline
paint a picture with my hands
back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
change the weather still together when it ends
that may be all i need
in darkness she is all i see
come and rest your bones with me
driving slow on sunday morning
and i never want to leave
my sanity, blending my love of music and my passion of photography with every post.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday Morning
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