Maybe love isn’t as big as we think it is;
more common and less to die for.
Easier.
Maybe less cause for celebration
and more for a silly grin.
Maybe love isn’t as big as we think it is;
more common and less to die for.
Easier.
Maybe less cause for celebration
and more for a silly grin.
Just another breath;
thought comes.
Goes.
The trailing smoke of a candle.