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Old Stoney Aug 2017
Write down why you love me and tie it to a balloon
Because when I reach you it will be there on time
And never a moment to soon

Can you imagine where it will go?
I see a planet full of space and time unknown
Maybe a place so hot
But just enough snow

Too many places to see
And never enough ways to show

Our love
Reaches greater lengths
than just your back bedroom.
Seen above
And over the moon
Our space love
Is bigger than me and you
But all I could ever ask for
In our wonderful spacious views

If all is meant to be
This wonderful atmospheric breeze
Will guide your love
And bring it to me

Every cold wind that blows
Will not be a disappointment
Only chances to find fulfillment
Old Stoney Jul 2017
most days
I walk with the other side of my brain
the not so sober side
the crazy and somewhat insane side
the side that isn't afraid to fall
and the side that wasn't afraid to call
but I can't always be this way
so don't worry
ill only do it
most days
Old Stoney Jul 2017
When I was younger
I used to dream
Of being older
And being so free
Now that I'm older
I started to dream
Of when I was younger
And when I was free
Old Stoney Jul 2017
Her heart cried
one thousand times amplified through mine
Old Stoney Jul 2017
Hey,

     I never know how to start conversations
     So I figured I would write it out
     Ill call it a poem
     and you'll fall no doubt  
     It's kinda cheesy
     But I figured it might be easy
     Roses are red and
     Violets are blue
     But none of that matters if I don't know about you
     How is your day
     and how is the weather
     I hope it's not too cold
     but if it is grab a sweater
     I'm getting off topic
     I should have started with hi
     Its probably too late now
     I might try later
     bye
Old Stoney Jul 2017
You could be taught
Like my mind
And learn to play notes
Like I play my mine

But you will never be

As unique

As the man across the world

Who is just like me
Old Stoney Jul 2017
I've been sick these last few days
This isn't just a letter
I really feel this way
Sick to my stomach
In an unconscious state

I am not down
I am not sad
Maybe just this once
I really am mad

I could be mad at all the things that I have done
All these half written songs
Left unsung
Maybe it's my fault I am this way
Or maybe its your fault for moving away
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