You are a thought, sometimes simple,
other times complex. You lay with
me those sleepless nights embrace
me with warmth as your arms wrap
around and feel my somber breaths. You
are never alone, others constantly
bouncing off of you like rain drops on the
pavement, but you are happiest when left
to your solitude. Your powers are sublime
and pure. The unpredictable nature of your
being. You get drunk off of the thriving
knowledge that fills your plush
background. You need others around to
prove your own self worth, your only
sense of value based on the triumphs and
failure of others. You are a thought, you
come and go, but no matter what you
mean a lot to at least one person.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 5:26 PM UTC
You are a thought, sometimes simple,
other times complex. You lay with
me those sleepless nights embrace
me with warmth as your arms wrap
around and feel my somber breaths. You
are never alone, others constantly
bouncing off of you like rain drops on the
pavement, but you are happiest when left
to your solitude. Your powers are sublime
and pure. The unpredictable nature of your
being. You get drunk off of the thriving
knowledge that fills your plush
background. You need others around to
prove your own self worth, your only
sense of value based on the triumphs and
failure of others. You are a thought, you
come and go, but no matter what you
mean a lot to at least one person.