Tuesday, September 29, 2015

woods

the canyon makes me sick.

not the changing leaves or the snowmelt streams

but all the memories that live there

the nights that brought me to my knees

the drives that taste like ex lovers

the kisses that never lasted long enough to love 

never lasted long enough to love.

it's funny how good memories can turn bad

it funny how the boy I loved all through high school 

decided blonde wasn't his favorite color anymore. 

never did I think I would drown in the snowmelt streams 

or crumble with the falling leaves

but my summer freckles are fading 

and october is approaching too fast.