Reasons to Stay
Soul searching brown eyes
A listening smile
Quiet, low sighs
A hand to hold awhile
The smell of sawdust and the raw earth
(so you’re saying I smell like dirt)
A heart that doesn’t quite know its full worth
Me, swimming in his old sweatshirt
I call them all crazy
cause they all went away
But I look at him
and just see reasons to stay.
@ albany.new.york - @ the.aimless.muse