• chasetheroad 6w

    Maybe love was always there
    Not in the waves of brunette hair
    Not in the love locked blue eyes stare
    Vacant looks, suspended air

    Maybe love is easy to find
    Not wrapped up in pulling vines
    Not in the songs I’d sing at night
    Left alone in voiceless light

    Maybe when the sun dies down
    I’ll sit at the edge of this ocean town
    Fall in love with birds
    And sing my own words
    For the wind to hear
    And my heart on the pier