sometimes the stars are the only beauty you need,
somebody’s arms the only reason to breath,
though joyful and finite
like a homeless man’s mead,
simplistic ideals are a lover bug’s ****
drunken and lonely, a beggar’s voice sings,
“life is not worth it if souls have no seeds”.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
sometimes the stars are the only beauty you need,
somebody’s arms the only reason to breath,
though joyful and finite
like a homeless man’s mead,
simplistic ideals are a lover bug’s ****
drunken and lonely, a beggar’s voice sings,
“life is not worth it if souls have no seeds”.