A small spark sets it off,
A small stick helps it grow...
Barely Eighteen,
crouching in the scrub...
There is a place where I lose myself...
Your hair: a cascading wave of shimmering black...
Sitting in her home office,
a pristine, spotless, organized space...
When I looked in your eyes for the first time,
a twinkle looked back at me...
Sitting in her home office,
a pristine, spotless, organized space...
Surrounded by familiarity,
things I have seen everyday...
There is a place where I lose myself...
Your hair: a cascading wave of shimmering black...
Forget the candy,
even though it’s dandy...
"Take it second by second, day by day, week by week." Levon Kachadoorian |
Sometimes a good friend means letting a person find out for themselves what you have tried to tell them. |