We could sing songs Under a sun kissed sky Showered by red and violet While you strum your guitar A smooth varnished back It still has that one crack From being reckless and dumb But it’s just a faded memory Bouncing among the clouds Of our own thoughts
Everything would seem perfect But below the golden view Is a sea of darkness Hidden within my own soul Does it show? I don’t know...
It’s been growing so cold And it’s getting so old So if I let you in To see something besides what you knew Could you just hold me here Softly with kindness It would be everything I could ever want.
Evenings a lovable sensitive thang. Opting to pass usual good morning greetings as some sang. Skipping morning bits.. rushing into the afternoon. She welcomed the mid day Knowing with it a smile was on the way. She allowed early evening to greet letting things bloom. Working away late evening as sleepy eyes rang. Conversations a quick cute head nodding overhang. Good nights are like lullabies of verbal hugs. Wasted evenings are snatching from beneath feet taken for granted rugs. All to start another night in shimmering thoughtful plights. Tugging away ribbons in flights. Meaningful minds quietly dreamin. As others may be secretly scheming. Attentions paid to faded good morning hello's. With hollow tones from yesterdays grading zero's. Wash rinse and repeating.. Behaviors doomed to be failing. Creativity craves new feelings. Rare moments seems to be fleeting. Evenings are acceptable, noondays are welcoming, as are the rushing of mornings. selinasharday rosePoet s.a.m 2019-5-1
Evening comes a new I got this gift of nature that I just can't afford to lose. Which I wish I could keep so much longer. I need a friend of the heart to always there to stay all through the weather. Friends till dying day. (s) #C9_fm
the evening is my favorite time to exist really, you can find so many reasons to live if you just insist try to breathe in the clear air, exhale the smoke of a filled day holding on is what I want you to do at this point, please just stay
Walking, talking and sleeping Unmindful life's evening arrives A blow or two strike For you to realise The real meaning of life You wish you could relive life Reverse drive time doesn't provide Departure time arrives Aboard unknown destination flight You fly away