Walking Her Home
Walking home in the deep purple shadows
Of twilight, her arm crooked in his
As she looks up to his face
With a shy smile and a look
Of trust and innocence, for she feels
So complete, yet reserved because she doubts
She's ever felt this way before while
Walking home in the deep purple shadows.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
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