share your story. It has words.
It is not my story.
It is our story. Listen we walked on streets when drunk on homemade dandelion wine
It was terrible
I remember the moon and this carefree exhuberance. I cared for not a thing.
And my heart was wrapped tight in black banana peels. I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t look at it.
I dreamed of love and a future of love
And now every moment I watch the shadows for the one who stalks to steal it all away