I view the things that surround me
Like the scenes in a movie
When the scent of the rain seems flawless
If I had a white hot chocolate to sip
Or as I let the soft sheets hug me
and realize that it has been tainted
by my old perfume
Maybe an indie song can complete it
To help my thoughts surpass
to what the universe has yet to reach
Would you tell me
What is yet to reach?
Is it also yet to miss?
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
The sun quickly goes hazy,
Leaving silhouettes of naivete
All the melodies that stirred the tree's being,
Never left its veins; still creeping
Summer whispers stories to the other parts of the dozen,
Dauntless tales beginning to finally ripen
One has savored the flame from the lips of a lad,
While the other, on one's own, the mountains of the land
The dove witnessed all of these,
and is now demeaned of herself
For she only thirsted for a burgeon of love,
however, devoured the liquid of despair
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC