greige skies that spill unto the ground
I missed thee
solemn silence filling my notions
an unrequited love.
originality, I never recognized your precious glow.
But here in this light now I know,
Now I know.
She loved to watch you dance high and low upon the trees.
Dripping with possibility-- your pure yet peculiar honey.
Like a parched flower floating at sea,
He cringed yet indulged me.
I have not one hope, one goal but each two or three.
unrealistic, nonsensical, surely naïve.
Still I go forth with pen in hand. head in heart.
pushing and clawing through
This impossibly intolerable, simple world,
all designed by you.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
greige skies that spill unto the ground
I missed thee
solemn silence filling my notions
an unrequited love.
originality, I never recognized your precious glow.
But here in this light now I know,
Now I know.
She loved to watch you dance high and low upon the trees.
Dripping with possibility-- your pure yet peculiar honey.
Like a parched flower floating at sea,
He cringed yet indulged me.
I have not one hope, one goal but each two or three.
unrealistic, nonsensical, surely naïve.
Still I go forth with pen in hand. head in heart.
pushing and clawing through
This impossibly intolerable, simple world,
all designed by you.
