Into a far away land,
I want to drive you some day,
when the sky is not grey and the clouds are ok.
We'd live by the day,
nor a minute or an hour late into a humble place,
where the weather is warm and full with the love that it can not be replaced.
YOU ARE READING
Aren't we all sinners, because of love?
PoetryPoetry I just wanted to capture the feeling of something greater than all of us. Love and Pain. From overwhelming butterflies to aching thorns.
