Thursday, March 4, 2010
8:10 PM Posted by Johnna Riddell
we walked between golden cornfield rows
and listened to earth, as she grows
we were too young, too much we couldn't know...
and summer suns they always set
and winter holds a painful debt,
o all the things we love, we can forget...
written on my history
of barefoot walks and silly dreams,
there is something left, so much, bigger than me...
though the details fade with passing time
the days i had, they are still mine,
no, no one can take that away tonight...