I find myself missing you and all the things we used to do your goofy smile and every mile I still think about that hot breezy day I think about it a lot, now that you're away you never answered my letter I know you can do better but I still find myself missing you in everything that I do
I wanted drop a message to her today but her name wan’t there. Just three dashes. I can’t find her account (Lost Dreamer), I can’t find her poems. Everything’s gone. And I’m scared
of the first season when all is anew babys being born,a blessing for me and you won't you walk through the lilies through the sky,blue I thought we may have met when our dreams lifted,brand new
i wrote this as my heart conversed with me for a while
People look to me to solve their problems Fix their lives, make everything okay But what if I myself am a puzzle An unsolvable equation Then who gets to fix me?