It’s Called Falling

I’m walking a dangerous line One mistake, one misstep

Haiku #25

To paint the town red I will grab the brushes and you Will buy the paint cans

The words of a love song Pours from the speakers

Always believed my Mama When she said

"You're a sap." She says with a fond grin

Little Aster, I do love your daintiness Though never as true as Forget- Me- Knots

You are a catastrophe To the highest degree

As the world moves With the waxing and waning

Smoldering look upon his face Watches her walk away With a blush warming her cheeks

Day light's wasting We have got miles to go Until we reach home