I write... When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I WRITE BECAUSE I KNOW NO OTHER WAY
By the old oak tree
I buried it there
Pieces of you
Pieces of me
When the water touched my toes
I threw it out to sea
What was left of you
What was left of me
The warm breeze against my skin
Brought it all back to me
I am never without you
