They walked along
their steps somehow matching…
"I love him does he know that?"
She looked at him
then immediately
at her feet…
"I like the smell of her…
I like the comfort she brings…" |
What smug little boxes are our lives
With tiny windows latched
To shut out the rain;
The scorching sun cannot get past the walls
The storm lashes futile outside.
You have insurance to protect your future..... |
