Deep Woods, Deeper Wounds

blurry eyes, dazed thoughts,

deep woods, deeper wounds.

escaping, 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.