and some will look at the ground and never have to look up
and some will stand in the sand, and not be held by fingers twisted with fate, gaze up at the stars with wonder
some only look down to watch their dreams fall to the ground
and then there was
Cathy Brown
I wrote "I love you" on a napkin got caught in the rain on the way to her apartment and when I gave it to her and she unfolded it there was a beautiful flower
I never told her I love you never had too
the light in her eyes the twinkle of stars...
I was watching an old movie and the make up artist was
Cathy Brown
while I dipped my ******* in the holy water of madness??? why not write a poem I loved the name so
the touch from her fingers kept me sane
some dreams never vanish...
do you believe this **** I wrote sometimes I need to not get serious