hopelesswanderer - Hello Poetry

hopelesswanderer

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

will love life feel pain heart fear find left lost eyes mind hope true untitled body hold light road better rain day longer souls opportunities worst fall rivers falling experience beautiful soul crazy man dad lonely tree sure release missing drum slowly empty things hand moment thought person beating ache presence question long biggest hear pull inside time turns pretend emptiness darkness healing strong prefer arms reflects hurt control parachute salty beauty sacrifice adventure realized roots willow hands realize truth heavy ghosts canvas inevitable days impossible trapped flowers mine battles finding knew ground tears going touched mend feels wounds weep sky dark dreams loss lose people dead losing months silence ago piece direction living shelter stay ghost scratch windy battle glimpse lean hovered father regrets string advantage entire clouds tear aquaintance reminding triumph enjoy someday force regret feathers design picked shining beated witnessed sun pleased racing pasts led screams met