DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the burdens that we hold are for our backs to curve years of wisdom---to reach peace:}
hard for me to express
the things you left in me are in mess
the buildings so high scared to my *******
believed things come now to their bests
acceptance of the unknown faces that bloom on the yellow stairs
moments I found it a burden to bare
then you another ranger in those brown tiles
made me drink that blue liquor made me smile
laughter in the wooden walls I will uncover soon
even when the visits brought a past gloom
searching is something I was meant to do on those borders
never will I know or remember unless I read the folders
feel the flies in the green lands
a tingle plastered on the hands
but nothing more than that stance you ******
put a lot of grace because of a simple caring lace
is it okay if this while took a late
that mere second has been stuck written on my fate
those arms gambled with my noes
even though a little lie
didn't hurt
didn't go
far from the beyonds
that red sweater
a path to the wallpaper
to the given weather
-------ravenfeels