Song

[flawlesscowboy]

There's a hill, before which trees and other hills stretch. Georgian highlands at their finest, no doubt. Street lights speckle the tree tops, suburban starlight. I'm lying next to you in the grass, a great high dome of a sky soaring above us. The moon, hidden behind only the thinnest veil of a cloud, shines it's dream-light onto the world

Comments

[allie345]

I like this.

Someday, I'll find a boy that will write about me the way you write, and we will live happily ever after. :)

haha yeah right.

[flawlesscowboy]

Haha, well, I mean, you pick the winners so far...

But you know you're going to find someone who's perfect for you, be it now or later.

[iliketosinglol]

words are just chatter. it's the actions

[flawlesscowboy]

Haha, well ironically today is all about action for me.