kind of in awe of
you Life is this ball of
rolling momentum
too and why not stop
and smell the roses
making wind chimes
from hard knocks
a city rose on a
dilapidated block I
draw the moisture from
the heir She pulls jewels
out of coal mines like me
born on third but feels like home
Didn't even have to hit it
the path was well
warm and well lit
but no one reads any more
So the bitter is lost on the sweet
in love but yet not
In love the brush strokes are
small slow whispers of friction
the distinction comes in step
ping a way through the
looking glass
Now I cherish the clasp
She lives in my lap
realizing that I love her
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
kind of in awe of
you Life is this ball of
rolling momentum
too and why not stop
and smell the roses
making wind chimes
from hard knocks
a city rose on a
dilapidated block I
draw the moisture from
the heir She pulls jewels
out of coal mines like me
born on third but feels like home
Didn't even have to hit it
the path was well
warm and well lit
but no one reads any more
So the bitter is lost on the sweet
in love but yet not
In love the brush strokes are
small slow whispers of friction
the distinction comes in step
ping a way through the
looking glass
Now I cherish the clasp
She lives in my lap
realizing that I love her
I'm in paradise, but Consider the Love Below... even the nobody knows you don't want what doesn't go.
