When touched by falling drops,
leaves look like
fingers
regaining mobility.
With a little more rain
they could play
an invisible piano.
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Month: May 2013
Someone told me recently that it’d be scary to love me because I gave so much of myself when I loved, because I loved so much, that it’d be hard to keep up with that and give back accordingly. I no longer know what love is or if it actually exists somewhere outside of my head full of honey-dipped delusions, so okay, whatever.