DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, dreams and dreams will be remembered:)
a nightmare or a dream??? the day you wrote a poem to me titles stumbled on the versus our desires declared gone in the drop of a lit matched flare guess that love will remember us stared promises tangled even the unspoken trust i think of the time of all lasts hourglass sand stolen so fast nonsense traffic faints in the path of the cuts this hurt paints bruises in surrender to the knife like when two plus two makes five Venus on the window pane whispering to others about the ****** stain till this day
Concepts can be expressed in many ways; and are mostly explored using words, yet words convey the smallest fraction of our true thoughts and feelings. Perhaps the limitation of language is why I love art and music so ? they are the perfect compliment to a *** of tea.
I looked over the frame and upward to Meet your eyes when you passed by A sidewalk beggar A kenneled hound would Present this posture to any passing uncertainty Doning fangs or long coats and a predatory aura
The History: When I felt your gaze you walked away and I mustered an acknowledgement and you responded but kept on your way. What were you thinking?
When your head left my shoulder The light left my heart I felt colder this is what its like when we’re apart As I get older I realize with a start That to leave you just tears me apart
