The whole world inside a teacup held in your hand
A bus ride and broken heart changed all that
I see you differently now
A book written with its pages flung to an open field
Pick one from the wind and read
Somethings happen because other things don’t
Oh how we bleed
I missed you that April
Missed you long before that
Now I wish love could have wrapped you
Those other pages laying in that field
Caught in flowers and weeds
The other things
Other things
A cluster of trees
You planted the seed
Where I am
Who we are
Oh how we bleed











hello dearest Bat this is most excellent ❤️ oh how we bleed indeed
Thank you Crimsin. Have a great week
Bat