Everyday

I’d write to you everyday, of stories of heroes and monsters at sea, of little fish that swim endlessly, of bears that don’t feel free. 

I’d sing you songs of silver, songs of every season, day and weather. 

And when words run out, I’d draw the ways we love and we laugh and it’ll be like we never grew older.

And when there is nothing left to say, i’d be with you as if there is no other way. 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s