Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Love Was...

Love was the plane ticket you never bought to come and see me, four years in a row
Love was early morning coffee before the chaos ensued
Love was days in a small town 
Love was driving a van three miles down the road alone
Love was your sunglasses at the bottom of the lake
Love was four wheeling through the forests 
Love was your protective hand over me
Love was 1 a.m. talks about nothing
Love was two thousand miles
Love was not what we had
Love does not know me
Love never did
Love was not love

No comments:

Post a Comment