Rhymes of Sweet Weariness.

"Our dreams, they are made out of real things- like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving."

Our love is akin to the

rustling leaves.

Akin to memories

of

pop and ice cream.

Swaying in tune

to a metal

swing.

Our love is akin to 

snuggling trust.

Akin to memories

of

glances and rust. 

Falling in tune

to the fragrance of

dust.

Our love is akin to the

roughness of yarn.

Akin to memories

of 

sweatshirts and stars.

Twirling in tune

to the beats of our

hearts.

Our love is akin to the

sweetness of pie.

Akin to memories

of

wind and I Spy.

Dancing in tune

to the clouds in the

sky.

Our love is akin to the

sound of Neverland.

Akin to memories

of

dreams and acoustic bands.

Flying in tune

to the sea and the 

sand.

Our love is akin to the

softness of trees.

Akin to memories

of

skittles and broken sleep.

Twisting in tune

to the honey of

bees.

Our love is akin to the 

warmth of the sunlight.

Akin to memories

of

what-ifs and written nights.

Loving in tune

to mangoes and what's

right.

Vanessa. ((