I wanted to be different
to be able to
hold back somehow
to look like a different
world- a new
flower.
But I was still the
same. Inside, outside
You were like an owl
covered in wise
feathers, drenched
in sadness
licked with a coat
of happy
regret
All my heart
went into your
arms and I
fell down the
mountain again.
We've got
to stop writing
These Letters.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
I wanted to be different
to be able to
hold back somehow
to look like a different
world- a new
flower.
But I was still the
same. Inside, outside
You were like an owl
covered in wise
feathers, drenched
in sadness
licked with a coat
of happy
regret
All my heart
went into your
arms and I
fell down the
mountain again.
We've got
to stop writing
These Letters.
Copyright FHW, 2011
