Old Leaves
Burning lovely
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                  Oh,love
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                   Wrapped my bones
                                                           ­                                                                 ­  Disappeared in your beauty


The summers burning
Up the hill
With your hair
On one side
Of spring
                                                          ­ Standing far
                                                            O­n cloud floors
                                                          ­ With your sun warm hands
                                                          A­nd with your soft brown skin

Clocks faded
shaking my hand
till it went numb

                                            She opened
The ocean
                          Until it crashed on me

Till we meet again
                                       DARLING

Until we swim to the shore

Of relaxing

Warmth

the heart aches
like
earthquakes.

today
i allowed myself to feel
heartbreak
one very last time for you.

the sun was settling,
silhouetting the city

it felt like
the burial site of massacred dreams.

I don't always say everything but I write everything. I'm glad to have a voice I'd like to speak up more but it helps my creative juices for my writing. I think of how I feel and what I'm thinking at the moment.
I always question my thoughts and feeling sometimes I say stuff I don't agree with but I feel it needed to be said that's where my mouth gets me in trouble. I always feel I need to got out of my way to prove myself but I need to do it for me and it has to be meaningful.
I got told I should get a girlfriend it's not going to set me straight or change things. I'd like to find love I had it once but it was a messy ending. It taught me to appreciate life. I never relied on anyone or expect much from anyone.
I like to write it gives my feelings and emotions feeling meaning that makes sense to me. My observations make great stories to tell my friends and the ppl who are willing to listen.