In my hands I carry:
my rings,
my book
with my favorite
poems,
my blue ink pen
and my picture of
you and me.
Inside my head I carry:
my memories both
sad and happy,
my loving family,
my imagination
of an infinite blue sky,
and a dream
that never will be true.
All in all my baggage is light,
but the sun still doesn't seem bright
on my side.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
In my hands I carry:
my rings,
my book
with my favorite
poems,
my blue ink pen
and my picture of
you and me.
Inside my head I carry:
my memories both
sad and happy,
my loving family,
my imagination
of an infinite blue sky,
and a dream
that never will be true.
All in all my baggage is light,
but the sun still doesn't seem bright
on my side.