my blue honey morning bird

by Rachel Lynch in

Quiet creeps into our home because we've given it space to move. Yesterday, we walked down to the place where the minutes become hours. We ran into one of your friends, but he was not singular to you. He had also know me for a few years, a few hours. We used to carry on together when things were slower at the factory. He is the reason we met and the reason we now make eloquent plans to scream across the oceans and play the piano. He told you I was like watching an art-house film in fast forward and you liked that. very much.

my baby is a bomb-shell, but i'd drop her like it's not selling if she didn't walk the line. she learned so quick, she learned so fast. these warm nights and longer days puts my lover to the test, the limit is the sky.