weekbirth

I am the last
breath you take
before you fall
asleep

and on this drive
the moon weaves
in and out of
the trees

dropping their leaves
to the ground with
open arms, each one
representing how much
I've fallen for you

and how you fell
from Cupid's wings
into my heart and life

I am the first
ray of light you see
when you wake
up






weekbirth