the clouds on my mind
are forming rain;
and it is leaking
through the drain
of my eyes,
after I said my goodbyes
to a summer of love,
and welcomed winter
from above

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happiness is a butterfly--not me who said that;•>


maybe I'm jealous

a little bit over the line than rebellious

that that me has got the glory of the dreamy night

where my me has got a hell day of a bore with no light

the await tasted so bitter so sweet

unguardedly catched my heart and swept my humble feet

the disgust of the heat ran my skies famished high the green grass

train wreck on the borders scattered in a bulk in a mass

olive skinned a human bare born alive after the long

from the blues I knew I beheld I fell eyes upon

drifted on waves tattooed to that arm to that vein

a word not sure in my memory still

or maybe from before remains


                                                                                       ------ravenfeels