If you see my glass
Please return it.
I lost it last night,
Like I lost my mind.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
There she is,
The girl of mystery.
I always wondered
About her history.
Yet my thoughts all fade
Once eye contact is made.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
There is a sense;
A fruity sense,
He snuffles it in
with a childish cry,
forgetting the memory
he does try.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
The sun shines in his eyes,
Blinded by the fire
Like the burning
Of his hearts desire.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC