The first mile you walk with a person
is for friendship.
Small blisters and cramped toes --
why don't you try walking in heels?
Didn't think so...
The second mile we walk
is for love.
Now the bleeding starts --
little drops, here and there,
never enough to ****
The third mile my grandparents walk
is for rediscovery.
They're used to the shoes by now --
the "You like pie?" moments;
the little things that make them remember.
The fourth mile we all will walk
is for mourning.
Learning to live without --
blood trailing behind you,
yet the march must continue.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Dreams are an instant in reality when your mind pushes past the barriers of the mentally sane.
Dreams are not fake, they are real.
Dreams are your mind, processing the higher functions, and comprehending a higher reality.
I know this because I've done it.
I know this, because I pushed past that mental barrier, and I found you.
A girl that has only existed in my subconscious; my imagination...
A perfect girl.
I pushed into my dreams, and unlocked that higher reality, where that perfect girl exists.
That's where I am now.
That's why I have you.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Love
Love
This silly thing we call Love.
This idea of euphoria, that exceeds any drug.
Love
Love
It drives us poets out o' our minds
when we sit down to write, seems it's the topic all the time.
Love
Love
it's a funny little word
no definition could quite fit it, but yet none sound too absurd
Love
Love
some say it keeps them going
It's a **** in the garden, that simply won't stop growing
Love
Love
if it's true it don't stop
even if you won't admit it, there's someone in your thoughts
Love
Love
it's what I feel for you
and darling after all this time, I pray you still do too.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC