Tagged: romance
at your best, there
beneath our feet, snow
beneath our feet, snow
has melted, but it will take
another heartache
before we stop finding each
other where we’re meant to be
.
20140220:2233
y
whatever i like
whatever i like
and whoever i want are
two sides of that old
cassette tape we used to play
swearing it was love
.
20140214:0902
y
there is room to do
the dog upstairs is
we are skilled
i have disabled the
in each other’s
in each other’s
eyes, we have found
another way of
leaning back
to spring
forward. there
are no rules
for the curvature
of interpretation
.
20130311:0805
y
ashtray-blackandwhitebreast-
ashtray-blackandwhitebreast-
cigarettegirlgreen is the title
of an album lost somewhere
along Interstate 40
when we were running
away from the rest of our
lives. you pulled it from
the trunk of that old Rabbit
which we knew would never
make it any further than
Nashville, but surprised
us instead, rolling into
Albuquerque. i can’t really
say if we escaped in the
end, but being here with
you, with those confident
chords kicking in, traps
me all over again
.
20130223:1031
y