#aching romance

[timberfigure]

string me out between your thoughts. dew gathers on spiderwebs in the mornings and my fears seem to collect themselves the same way at dusk. i saw you in the pasture and you waved to me. string me out between your thoughts, sweetheart. where is a mind like mine suppose to dwell if not on you? string me out between your thoughts, sweetheart, and see what becomes of us.