Dusty Corners, Thirsty Hearts

thoughts from a twenty-something on life, love, and listening

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Coffee, grits, and biscuits
& learning how to love the south

Posted by elzz at 8:55 PM

elzz: I don't dust my house. I don't rake leaves. I like old books and handwritten letters. And I'm a dreamer with a heart thirsty for all the magically disastrous things in store for me as I walk through unpromised days and unimaginable adventures.

I was so undeserving,

And yet, you were

so relentless.

I pushed - you pulled.

I wept - you embraced.

I bled - you repaired.

I faltered - you shushed.

I stopped - you smiled.

I was a disaster -

the worst of its kind,

And yet, you still