M/Gloucester UK I don't consider myself a poet or a writer but it's nice to have somewhere to keep the worded wonders of my somewhat woeful mind. 38 followers / 808 words
I want to see life through your naive eyes I want to bubble more often and sing at the top of my lungs. The first was our last time it lasted a lifetime The past passed us by By the time we had barely had lunch.
I wonder if you'd know me now, an awful lot has changed. I'll try to hide my novelties Rewind myself with age; If it helps you to recall my name I'd live it all again.
through the eye of a needle in the eye of a storm; Everything calm and clear where we stood under parity Oblivious to my distant surroundings And obsessed with the clarity. Fresh air never smelt so good.
I don't like holding vices; their subtleties entice me they hold me down, surrounded left to their own devices I want my independence instead of lost dependency I feel endlessly confounded by my reluctant, lovely tendencies.