Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Only words bleed...


We keep this love in a photograph,
we made these memories for ourselves,
where our eyes are never closing.
Hearts are never broken,
and times are forever frozen still.

So you can keep me
inside the pocket
of your ripped jeans.
Holding me closer
until our eyes meet.
You won't ever be alone,
wait for me to come home.