Tadpoles are no frogs
But someday they will be
It is a leap-year after all
Icicles growing from the sky
The sky’s frozen tears fall on the wind
Silvery white trees, as omnipotent as ever
Blue sky rain sunshine warm winter
Life makes us whole
Breathtaking music mystical masterpieces
Hundreds captivated by your story.
You are life, as purely as can be expressed
Rosemary has never been so beautiful to me
Sometimes all I wish to do is be
Embraces that make your heart race
I connected the white light dots in the sky
And with fervor they pointed me North
Yearning for my Superior Star
Metal mountains guard my prize with his watchful eyes.
Please bring me to summer
A minuet to never end
It’s that first embrace that gets me every time
Every touch is a moment
And every moment is cherished
I write to content my heart
And you
Happy tears
And you too
Crisscrossing fingers and
Entwining hugs
“I’ll be looking for tomorrow on the loose”
How high is the moon?
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
Tadpoles are no frogs
But someday they will be
It is a leap-year after all
Icicles growing from the sky
The sky’s frozen tears fall on the wind
Silvery white trees, as omnipotent as ever
Blue sky rain sunshine warm winter
Life makes us whole
Breathtaking music mystical masterpieces
Hundreds captivated by your story.
You are life, as purely as can be expressed
Rosemary has never been so beautiful to me
Sometimes all I wish to do is be
Embraces that make your heart race
I connected the white light dots in the sky
And with fervor they pointed me North
Yearning for my Superior Star
Metal mountains guard my prize with his watchful eyes.
Please bring me to summer
A minuet to never end
It’s that first embrace that gets me every time
Every touch is a moment
And every moment is cherished
I write to content my heart
And you
Happy tears
And you too
Crisscrossing fingers and
Entwining hugs
“I’ll be looking for tomorrow on the loose”
How high is the moon?
