daring the year to get any better
even if these last hundred minutes
stay locked into my memory that can
testify to myself that this glory cannot leave yet
inching my way through this nightmare day
noticing the time crawls better with you in it
your eyes shine like the bluest ocean wave
obeying the pull to the shore we live
below a forest green as you have ever seen
shallow clouds flowing puffy as cotton
ease the stress the office compiled at noon
releasing me from the grasp on an overly strained mind
voting for a way to never leave the trees
effortless hikes when the sunset is this spectacular
don’t even care what time we go home
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