Monday, March 26, 2007

possibly

the oak sea
is a sea of oaks
you planted for me.

the shade of blue
is a piece of you
that fell from the sky
and into my heart.

the nervous perfume
is the fear i wear
when you're near.

and if none of this makes sense
just remember...
nothing ever does.

2 comments:

Aaron Lozier said...

this is brilliant.

b. said...

and beautiful.

(like you)