I want to be lost in your thoughts
Octobers very own
The very words that god himself would breathe
To taste the sweetness of your lips
To fit fully in your form
The final piece that makes my heart a home
I want to be lost in your thoughts
When December’s all but gone
The ones ensuring you will never leave
Ancient words stirring the deep
Keeping the spirit warm
The ones with memories of you and me
I want to be lost in your thoughts
In every season, till there’s none
The words giving you courage to believe
Fresh pine and scents of petrichor
A death worthy of the coming eve
A worthy adversary of reprieve
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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