If my mind was a fire, I might set up the camping chairs and make s’mores, might stare into the flames and get lost in a history of campfires, or I might let my candles burn themselves to oblivion.
Tag: Mind
Thoughts Like Balloons
Do thoughts of me caress your mind like fingers running through your hair? Because thoughts of you swell in my mind expanding like balloons and popping under the prick of a single pin.
Warm My Blood
I let you flood my mind because thoughts of you warm my blood.
