goodbye my love,
goodbye my friend.
i will return better than ever,
my mind crystal clear like the Mediterranean sea.
i will discover myself, while you dig deep to find your own self.
I'd hate to leave you..my love
but it must be done,
please don't run...
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
You're fat, well huge actually.
I always wonder what it would feel like to be so large;
same as you surely wonder what it would feel like to be so small.
but there's really no one else in my galaxy,
who could be my bowling ball.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Evacuating the life,
Life of sadness.
Instant gratification is the death of her.
She sees her sorrows float away, and
Empty skies turn to poetry
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
The sky paints herself,
each day a new canvas.
She wants us to know how she's feeling;
what she's feeling.
Some days she is mellow and flows with the wind,
causing us to vaguely notice her.
Others, she feels live and joyous,
showing us her beautiful colors of pinks and purples.
orange and reds.
Yet at times she feels blue,
desiring us to discover her sorrows.
We gaze at the lonely sky
and weep.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC