Meow:365D:50

Not a priority, or so to speak. Every time I see him, my knees get weak. He’s so kind, brave and sweet. He is surely the one I want to keep. I find myself thinking way to much about his eyes, his voice, his touch. I want to run so very far away, but that’s not true, oh not today. I will wait until the bitter end, the day he says goodbye my friend. This day that may or may not happen, when, time will tell, but I will lend, an ear, a glance or a soft hello, until he says that I must go. When he speaks these words so clear, my heart will break and I will shed a tear. Losing faith just one more time, bad decisions should be a crime. As for me and my broken heart, we shall roam the earth worlds apart. No more heart, no more love, only my mind thinking of, the last kiss he planted on my cheek, and wishful thoughts of running creeks. Through the forest I will run, so fast until I see the sun, blinding me from all my sight, this will be another sleepless night. Until it rises east, above the hills, I will feel it shining on my face and know, it is only the love of the chase.

Written By: C.R. Stand

Image from: animal plant