#goodpeople
India is where it was born
Or was it England?
Probably somewhere in between
When the stern wind blew it in
Pale isn't a proper color
I think more vibrantly
Amber shaded glory
Seen vividly on my tongue
Ale, a old friend
He grew on me
Now we are best friends
Riders to the end
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
he has a left handed base,
and I want to hear him play,
but he is in vermont,
for the winters,
but that's alright,
we can have the summers,
but I will be working,
and trying to get my truck I wanted,
and he will be waiting,
daily for me,
he will eventually get tired,
of waiting for me,
to hear him play,
right?
see,
I love him,
even though the last time I was with him,
my friend kicked his sack,
do I know why,
nope,
will he, she, or anyone tell me,
why they hell they were made at him?
nope...
but I love him,
I love his long hair,
and his honest mind,
I love how he doesn't call me pretty,
but still does with his eyes.
I love how he just means what he says,
and says what he means,
I love how he,
says he thinks he loves me,
and how he doesn't get mad when I cry,
I love when he holds me,
I love when he kisses me,
and kisses my neck,
and leaves marks,
to make sure I don't forget where he was,
I love how he doesn't make me **** him,
or **** his ****
unless I want to,
but,
I hate,
how I won't get to hear his base,
still,
and how I miss him,
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
It is not fair to
Me that good people die and
That bad people live.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
he gives me
reassurance
that there are still
genuinely
good
people left
in this world
of darkness
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Last night, I adventured up onto a mountain
Shady trees and familiar acquaintances who I like
Nobodies who enjoy crawling into cracks and crevices
Because the streets are unstimulating
We reach the edge of the world
Look down, must of been 2,000 feet
Kings and Queens
We owned the city, because we had their lights in our hands
That was a night I will relive
Over, and over, and over, and over
I feel alive, I feel aware when I am with you all
It doesn't matter if we had a past or not
You matter
And you made an impact
And you have an affect on my memories
And you made my night memorable
We rule
Because we think we rule
And that is all that matters
All that matters is what you think of yourself
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC