Deep Woods, Deeper Wounds

Blurry eyes, dazed thoughts,

Deep woods, deeper wounds.

Escapin', wild and carefree,

The path which leads to destiny.

Pallid leaves were ripped letters,

You scribbled, I blushed,

These dead twigs carry a lot within,

Detached from their soul,

As I trail across the leaf litter,

The hustle reminds me of your voice,

A four-leaf clover, am I lucky?

Fluke gone, you elapsed.

Blustery air, not so fair,

Taking me back to your caress,

Muddled mind, restless heart,

Ruffling trees, gorgeous canopy.

Here I sit under the mistletoe,

Where our eyes exchanged warmth.

Blurry eyes, dazed thoughts,

Deep woods, deeper wounds.