p a le bl u e|
i thought of her like a candle thread slowly burning,
the smell of spring through an open window,
the first fall of snow,
and
whispers of wind
between tree trunks
b u t
she's just a girl in a chaotic world
finding love in the crucial eyes
of strangers passing by
and
i can't do anything but stare at
her like a piece of art
c r um b lin g
itself to
p i
e c e
s
|lalo|
