"galleria" poems
A little, twee serenade for you,
Or perhaps a sonnet for others,
I'm not asking for anything extravagant like, "I do."
Nor do I want you to scurry off beneath your couvers.
Where brother, art thou.
Although, to me, you're more of a sister.
To cradle you, here and now;
Under the galleria of lights, never to deter.
But...you're madly in love with another,
I know.
And it pains me to ask you, for I am not your prince, but a stranger.
It's probably too late, although...
I've mustered up a fragment of hope & courage to ask thee,
Will you go to Prom with me?
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
got poetry to show to my friends but im thinking of deleting my twitter
my thoughts aren't as cool as I wish they could be, so bookmark my HP page for the updates
the summer is chillin and im going places my mom doesn't want me to go to
just because a place brings back bad memories doesn't mean I shouldn't be there
Im past all of the stupidness and accepted my foolishness, no need for the reminders my ego is drowning
my link on my insta no need for tweeting my emotions my tumblr is boring but so are your hobbies
im writing for some dollars for more pencils, im running out of them
i got some money but thats for anything that comes coincidently coincidence
no need for some pens because I cant erase mistakes with them
nhom site under construction so give us a few weekends our weeks are productive we hustle until we get it **** what you're doing
there isn't any way but the need way so excuse your missing bikes, we're 16 and we're foolin
we order pizza and write down ideas no time for galleria
we ride for adventure on two weels
interacting for promo no need for hiding behind some screens
my life is a run on but thats how it should be no time for breaks, sleep is an option lead is necessary
rooftops capture sentences paintings illustrate our visions
if you dont contact me then why should I
I should be humble but my account has 4 zeros, my mom dont trust me with it so I dont know the pasword
That child support is piling up, I dont really care
got miles on miles on miles on miles on miles ridden on my bike but I haven't gone anywhere but the city
Im aiming for the carpet so when we go back to school I'm bringing my summer
Got numbers as options but there's no reason to hit them up, got a good one I'm grateful
I'm riding fast my way don't slow me down, is this a comeup? I don't know I'm just going along
Come up from suburbs, I want to live high until my view is the moutains
Im from Dallas but that don't mean nothing, no city defining where I'm going because I was on the 26th floor when I was at my lowest and I wasn't even on coke
these days my grind is so lowkey, im sleep deprived
my paint never dries, my brushes are always getting washed but these projects aren't for the public
I only have a few questions, is love really real? should I sleep more?
i dont know but Monarch dr is gonna be in a book one day
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Sono sposata con un pilota e sono sicuro al 100% che non importa quanto duramente ** pregato .che non ha potuto ottenere le foto di fidanzamento questo freddo .Queste due devono avere alcune connessioni piuttosto sorprendente per avere Josh Dookhie Fotografia sparare loro sesh impegno sulla pista .Sono totalmente geloso .
Condividi questa splendida galleria
Da sposa.Una sessione day-to -tramonto impegno esclusivo sulla pista di Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport .con scatti del suggestivo terminale vecchio prima che fosse abbattuto .
Non solo ci piace viaggiare .ma mio marito Nevin e ** incontrato all'aeroporto quando entrambi abbiamo lavorato lì.quindi era giusto che fosse l'impostazione per la nostra sessione di fidanzamento ** usato per lavorare lì abiti da sposa 2014 in Marketing durante il tempo che il nuovo edificio terminal è stato costruito.Nevin lavora ancora lì come elettricista campo d'aviazione .Ecco come siamo arrivati accesso alla possibilità piste - un quasi nessun altro sarebbe in grado di avere!Il padre di Nevin è stato anche un controllore del traffico aereo fino al suo ritiro .quindi nel complesso l'aeroporto è un posto speciale per noi e la nostra famiglia .
Nel momento in cui abbiamo fatto il servizio fotografico .il nuovo terminal aveva appena aperto ( che ha fornito una splendida cornice ) e il vestiti da sposa vecchio
terminal .dove avevamo incontrato - era stato abbattuto in un paio di settimane .E 'stato così speciale per noi essere in vestiti da sposa grado di ottenere scatti che caratterizzano sia gli edifici - il nostro passato e il nostro futuro
fotografia: Josh Dookhie Fotografia | Aeroporto : Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport | Coordinamento + Styling : LouLou
http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1
http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=14
http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/3803335353535_391851.jpg
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
<p><p> Avvio di settimana con un bellissimo matrimonio in Spagna suona come un'idea possente bene.non sei d'accordo ?Questa bellezza catturata da Jimena roquero Fotografia sicuramente iniziare la vostra settimana fuori sul più bello di piedini .E ' romantico e rustico e tutto intorno incantevole.e c'è ancora di più vi aspetta qui .<p>Condividi questa splendida galleria ColorsSeasonsSummerSettingsHomeStylesCasual EleganceRustic <p> Dal Jimena roquero Photography.Ruth \u0026Javi <p><a href="http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=880" target="_blank"><img width="240" height="320" src="http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/2/4165335353535_397008.jpg"></a></p> sapeva che tipo di matrimonio che volevano avere .Erano sicuri che vogliono che i loro ospiti di godere di una serata memorabile e un partito che non dimenticheranno mai .Dal momento che entrambi sono tecnici professionisti super affollato .hanno assunto la sorprendente squadra di Bodas de Cuento per progettare e coordinare il loro matrimonio .Quando Wendy da Bodas de Cuento mostrò loro il luogo che hanno trovato per loro erano in lacrime .che era proprio quello che avevano sognato : Monte de Cutamilla .un rustico di famiglia circondata da montagne .dove si può facilmente trovare cavalli e mucche al pascoloselvaggiamente !<p> Hanno celebrato una bella cerimonia all'aperto e hanno risparmiato alcuni limonate fresche alla fine di esso .Hanno consegnato i fan e cappelli per gli ospiti per combattere l' impostazione tavolo heat.The e tutto l'arredamento è stato scelto con grande cura e gusto .e per l'ora di danza .hanno dato anche loro donne ospiti alcuni flip- flop per riposare i piedi daltacchi <b>abiti da sposa on line</b> alti !Ottima idea !Hanno anche dato loro un cd con una compilation di musica con le canzoni preferite della coppia <p> Fotografia : Jimena roquero Fotografia | videografo : . Amarcord | Event Design : Bodas De Cuento | Pianificazione : Bodas De <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1"><b>abiti da sposa on line</b></a> Cuento | Scarpe da sposa : Magrit Couture| Scarpe sposo : Andrea Chenier | Muta dello sposo : Dolce e Gabbana | Profumo : Verde Pimienta | Sposa Abito : Jose Manuel Peiro | Hair \u0026 Make- up Artist : Xiquena Peluqueros | Musica : Dosaune Audiovisuales | Wedding Venue : Monte De CutamillaJimena roquero Fotografia e Bodas de Cuento sono membri del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-corti-c-49"><b>abiti da sposa corti</b></a> membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .JIMENA roquero FOTOGRAFIA vedi portfolio Bodas de Cuento The Wedding De ... vedi</p>
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Questa storia d'amore che è iniziato con un incontro casuale .è cresciuto nel corso lettera per lettera scritta abiti da sposa 2014 a mano e culminata in un matrimonio costruito per dueèè uscito da un film .Un buon pazzo.romantico come vengono flick .E la fuga risultante con immagini di Fotografia Brita .altrettanto romantico.Vedere l'intera giornata svolgersi nella galleria e ancora di più su vestiti da sposa questo amore da favola .hanno un ascolto qui .
Condividi questa splendida galleria ColorsSeasonsWinterSettingsOutdoorStylesElopement
Kate ha incontrato Brad durante una tappa .Avevano chimica immediata .ma lei gli disse che se voleva continuare a crescere quello che avevano .avrebbe dovuto farloè? Ia lettera scritta a mano .Così ha fatto .Ha ottenuto la prima lettera di San Valentino 'Day .e nel corso di un movimento vestiti da sposa ( lui per la sua città ) e una quarantina di lettere .che cosa è stato messo a punto una proposta .nascosto nel codice scrittoè' Dal giorno del nostro primo incontro sono stato affascinato dala tua bellezza
.la personalità e la vostra fede .Sono stato benedetto per arrivare a sapere che in tal modo divertente e unico ** veramente sentito come l'uomo più fortunato a causa del vostro sforzo e il desiderio di conoscere me.Sono onorato che si vorrebbe perseguire vicenda mentre ancora tiene fedele a te stesso e la tua promessa.C'è stato qualcosa che ** pensato per molto tempo .Katherine Anne . "Allora .ha proposto !
Mi dà i brividi ogni volta che l'ho letto !Le parole non possono nemmeno cominciare a descrivere quanto sia speciale Kate \u0026Giorno delle nozze Brad ' stato per noi .E ' stata un'esperienza incredibile .Nick e io eravamo gli unici ospiti e ci siamo chiesti in tutto centro di Savannah e Tybee Island.E 'stata una giornata perfetta
Fotografia : Brita Fotografia | Abito da sposa : ! Wedding Angels | Cerimonia : Troup Square.Savannah | Hair \u0026 Makeup : Heather Ferguson | Bridal Shoes : Kelly e Katie | Radio Show : The Bert MostraFotografia Brita è un membro del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .Fotografia Brita VIEW
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
A dire il vero .il mio unico rammarico matrimonio non riesce a prenotare i ritratti nuziali .E 'tempo che oh-così- speciale per volteggiare intorno nel
vostro abito e la cattura che addirittura gorgeous " glow" prima del grande giorno .ma per fortuna ora arriva a vivere indirettamente attraverso i germogli come questa bellezza da Feather \u0026Spago .E ' tutto una sessione da sposa dovrebbe essere.e si può cliccare qui per mooooolto molto di più.
Condividi questa splendida galleria
Da Sposa .Non sono mai stata la ragazza che sognava il suo matrimonio crescita .Iè èterribile a decisioni e riviste di nozze me sottolineare fuori.ma quando mi sono fidanzato e ' come qualcosa alterato il mio DNA e sono diventato la abiti da sposa on line sposa più decisivo l'uomo conosca ** visto un vestito su Pinterest .inseguito i collegamenti fino a quando ** trovato il progettista .chiamato un negozio e pochi giorni dopo l'ho comprato .
Quando ** messo su dopo la mia ultima prova .mi sentivo meraviglioso.Era così confortevole e civettuolo .Io amo la vita all'aria aperta .così ** capito che volevo fare i miei bridals qualche unico e nella natura .Abbiamo optato per vestiti da sposa una riserva naturale a Plano e aveva il giorno più bello .Il mio desiderio per il giorno può essere riassunta in tre parole: naturali .preziosi e divertenti.Kelsey e Talon reso questo e molto di più.Sì.era ventoso e mi è stato mangiato vivo da pulci penetranti .ma era il primo giorno mi sono sentito davvero come una sposa .
Camminando lungo la navata è un ricordo così chiaro e perfetto per me .Ero incredibilmente tranquillo e confortevole.che mi sorprende a questo giorno .Il vestito mi ha fatto sentire così elegante e mi ha permesso di concentrarmi vestiti da sposa su ciò che realmente importava quel giorno.Sono grato che ** trovato un vestito che era confortevole e mi ha fatto sentire come me .Sarà sempre la mia scelta vestito preferito :)
Fotografia : Feather \u0026 Twine | Dress : Mori Lee by Madeline Gardner | Florals : Gambi di Dallas | Parco : Arbor Hills Nature PreserveFeather \u0026 Fotografia Spago è un membro del nostro Little Black Book .Scopri come i membri sono scelti visitando la nostra pagina delle FAQ .Feather \u0026 Twine Fotografia VIEW
http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=131
http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/2153335353535_392695.jpg
http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
matrimoni australiani non mancano mai di farmi un po 'tantino geloso di tutte le persone che hanno avuto la fortuna di parteciparvi .Perché quando prendo una sbirciatina a un matrimonio come questo da Sarah Bamford Fotografia So solo che gli ospiti sono ancora parlando di quanto sia divertente che avevano in questo matrimonio oggi .E ' la perfetta combinazione di moda e sentimentale .e c'è molto di più vi aspetta qui .
Condividi questa splendida galleria
Da Sarah Bamford Photography.This matrimonio era pura perfezione .Beatitudine Vintage ed eccellenza fai da te.Ogni splendido dettaglio è stato creato dalla sposa e lo sposo compresi i menu .centrotavola .la torre torta .bouquet e ospite book.The sposo anche fatto i tavoli di accoglienza da vecchi pallet in legno.Tale quota coppia un uno su un milione amore e la connessione e traspariva il giorno più di ogni altra cosa .Erano così facile andare e gli ospiti ci sono svanite abiti da sposa corti dalla bellezza di tutto questo.La cerimonia si è svolta nel bellissimo giardino percorso di Seppeltsfield Cantina abiti da sposa corti nella Barossa Valley .con la reception in un epoca ispirata tendone sul prato sopra .
Questo matrimonio aveva tutto.Una grande festa nuziale vestiti da sposa splendido .musica acustica dal vivo durante la cerimonia .polaroid .e naturalmente una torta ciambella di nozze per coronare il tutto !La giornata è stata perfetta e l'amore tra Olivia e Matt era indescrivibile .. Ancora una volta .pura perfezione e ispirazione Fotografia
: Sarah Bamford Fotografia | Doughnuts : Athelstone Bakehouse | Fiori ( di origine ) : Adelaide Central Markets | Fiori ( di origine ) : Adelaide Central Markets | Venue - cerimonia e il ricevimento : Seppeltsfield
http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-corti-c-49
http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1
http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=118
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Met Kali today on a descending escalator at the Galleria. Her six arms juggled assorted shopping bags, purse, cell phone, three children, and a fourth in a stroller clearly not hers. I stepped down in front to help balance her baby buggy. No sooner had I reached out for the rubber bumper that I felt lash of her tongue against my cheek. It was hot and frothy, smelled like a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle, and quickly wrung itself around my neck. I was soon dangling from the precipice of an oversized potted fern where I had been perched by my assailant, high above the food court. I dangled dangerously as I saw chinks of chain giving way. The glass ceiling was begining to crack and about to cave in on me. I swung out and with all agility I could muster, landed in the Bagel Nosh's assorted schmears. Hisses and jeers decried. An angry mob of mothers chased me to the nearest exit. I almost didn't make it out alive.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Tarry tempers of locust scented bath salts
knowing Latin phraseology, broken pig-tonged asexualite
whore-less worth is my many meaning of sense witless
dripping cool colored love from the holes I keep picking in my face
in my brain, without a grain
I am changing lanes three am, drift wheel sleeper
doth he the body I watch below truly belong to me?
They told me god was watching
This I could believe
So I wish for He Their father to see guilty little me
dying of thirst for his life
of hunger self deprived
ego die, my egg over fried
teller of lies, please keep it spinning, yes I know it's upsetting
just let me.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
White skies over Galleria Mall Arad Romania again,
Angel Evelyne arrives, singing about
love, looking beautiful and amazing things
Among the young Stars
laughing near silence
where children await
Now blue stars fade
into happy beginnings
then love for children once more.
by Angel Ron
Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
Galleria Santa Monica,
White wash walls,
High ceiling, dim lights.
Bunch of ******
In black and glasses peruse.
Three feature pieces,
Tamed Dames of the big city.
A bit gruesome, but they love the realism
Or so they say as they cringe.
Wine, almost as sweet
As the nectar of life fills the room.
Licking my lips, gaze drifting
Her smile crashes into me.
Sweet cherry blouse hides
A golden badge.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:57 PM UTC
(a conversational tone, because I'm sick of being mature)
I have resorted to living under the four gray walls and ceiling
because even though this room still reminds me of you,
It reminds me of a lot of things.
therefore, this room isn't primarily of your memory...
****
Last year around this time I'm sure you were still prodding around
I revisited the place I was on my birthday when I got a text from you
you said I was being an attention *****
but then you proceeded to ask to come over
you were weird.
the field of the festival
where we escaped for a second to breath
the graveyard we went to
and there were two headstones, side by side
that had my name, yours
we laughed about it,
you joking that we were going to burn each other out so much
that the gravediggers dug our ditches early
i drive past your place all the **** time
how is that good for my mental health?
mental health
I've been thinking about my mental health a lot lately
it shouldn't be healthy that after almost two years
i'm still hurt by you
my friends don't say i'm crazy
but i see it in their eyes
the shallow glances they give each other
i know i'm losing it;
one simple push away from a mental breakdown
lol, it's coming
once i fall, i'll fall back to you
who knows if you'll be there to catch me after all these months of not talking
of you wanting me dead
of me wanting to be
of you finding other lovers
of me not
of me knowing you're out there, that you're in my head
no,
how do i recover from that
when my entire head has been dedicated to the galleria of memorabilia from a lover I can't seem to get over
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
I see overreaction
You see red
You see: "you've broken a promise, watched it with
another boy"
I see: "I was lonely and wanted to watch
a movie we'd planned to watch together on my couch"
I see: turn over and slowly drift to sleep
with my love by my side
You see: you're being distant, now I feel alone
and hurt
You see: I smoked without him Thursday night,
that's so disrespectful of me
I see: you enjoying time with friends while I need
a night in alone
I see: you walk out of the galleria after saying
cattily: "I'll take those keys now"
You see: me hurting you, being inconsiderate, invalidating
your feelings
You see: the silent treatment
I see: you slowly inch away from me with each
passerby
I see: myself trying to understand why you feel so
intensely about this, why you believe me (by some default setting)
to be driven by self-interest; general inconsideration
You see: me invalidating you
You see: me as someone who can't see what I contribute
to the struggle
I see: you continue to question my awareness and intent
I see: clarifying questions, then my own defensiveness
because I am being accused of intent I never had
You see: your feelings invalidated and me being
defensive
I see: you assuming the worst
You see: what you want to see
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
I believe,
to this day,
that everyone walking
by me
in the galleria,
the lakeside,
or the parking
lot
is just
as
confused
as
me.
I trust,
to believe,
that so many of us
are fully exhausted
because
we are trying
to get what
we
want.
Whether the light
burned out in the
spotlight for a show,
or rain is
pouring down
on the new field
on opening day,
at least
we are
here
this is
better
than
gone.
I know,
that some,
even me,
don’t quite know
what we
want.
I think,
we think,
we don’t deserve
our dream.
What if,
that dream,
tells us something
we never question?
The question we
are subliminally
asked spreads
among us
in our heart,
“why are you
doubting
yourself?”
So what,
if you forget
the words to
that song you wrote.
Who cares,
if you strike out your
first time at bat?
Why so bad,
if not crowned
at the beauty pageant?
It’s ok,
if our confidence
seems to overbear
our
skill.
How else do we learn?
How about,
taking the hard
work
and comparing it
to the dream in your
head?
Someday,
they will look the same
and you will smile
the way you do
when you dream.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Hands have too many privileges,
two too many with
five fingers to physically feel.
When the smaller head thinks it needs to be
bathed clothed and fed,
men’s hands will grab the sexiest *****
within their first opportunity.
I was walking with my man,
years ago I was nineteen in college.
We were in a public galleria,
he let go of my hand we were holding hands
side by side.
Before I knew it,
he did it again.
He stood in front of me,
had the most aggressive expression,
and with his hands he squeezed my *******
about ten times and said,
******* ******* ******* ******* *******
I was startled and shocked out of my mind.
We were in public!
Did he not care about who was around us?
How could he disrespect my body?
How could he be so cruel and greedy?
Careless and childish?
Those ***** were mine and still are!
They are nobody else’s!
Today,
I am 23.
I let my eyes naturally look, stare,
and I don’t always know if I blush or smile.
Nobody is allowed to love me
in a romantic way.
Nobody is ever to by “my” man.
I support any man who is attracted to me or interested,
but he cannot have me.
I am naïve, adorable, and apparently beautiful.
Is it my eyes they will see that make me stand as
confident, sharp, and as if I am aware I own myself?
Or are my ***** so big, beautiful, and *****
that is all anyone has and will ever want from me?
It is my body.
Nobody is allowed to love me.
No,
I will not have dinner with you.
No,
I will not go to the movies with you.
No,
I will not walk in the park with you.
No,
I will not fornicate with you.
I prefer my loneliness as well as my social life.
I don’t need a man ever again.
Nobody is allowed to love me or
feel my body.
Too bad whenever I hug someone
my ******* are in the way.
I love them dear,
I will never love a man ever again.
Who knows what he is really thinking.
Is it his brain?
Or the other
head.
A girl will never know the truth behind a man’s intentions
until she all of a sudden feels a hand
on her body
in the wrong
place.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
I colored her into a canvas and called it my greatest art piece,
letting them know that only the hands of a(n) artist is capable of making something that has always been beautiful,
Into beauty that is now defined.
The brush strokes speak of heartbreak and anger,
Of love and pleasure,
They mimic the energy vibrating throughout her body and begin to imprint a different story within those who stand before her and ponder.
One, thinks that her movements are portrayed as tough, yet the world is slowly weighing down on her, crushing every sense of hope
The other, believes that she sways to the beats of Love. She stares, questioningly, at how the canvas embodied Love.
Little did she know,
The contents of the art piece is in fact,
Love.
A man and a woman stand before my significant piece,
Their hands interlocking, eyes wide open, mesmerized
This is what the art work stands for —
Lips interlocking, eyes gleaming, hungry minds, desperate hands, drum-like hearts.
A family walks by, the kids unaware of the beauty surrounding them.
The mother stands in the center and clasps her hands. Her thoughts buzz.
This is how she feels.
These swirls of color,
Mixing and staining the white, is a representation of all that is within her —
A mess that continues to haunt her.
Is this what she wanted?
But of course, she is madly in love,
Is it with her husband?
The father stares at his wife in awe.
Regardless of all the litter in the world, she remains the only sensible thing of beauty.
As more people begin to file in,
A sense of accomplishment washes over me.
The painting connected to so many people, that they’re most probably going to think of it over the next couple of days, weeks, maybe even months or years.
I take the painting down.
I storm out of the gallery.
I project the painting onto a larger canvas, a larger wall.
The people realize that there are seatings, in which they each begin to take one.
I yell out, ‘what do you see?’ ‘What does she speak to you?’ ‘What are you filled with?’ ‘What thoughts creep out of the shadows and talk to you, when you look at her?’
The audience stares at me with disbelief, as if I have become a madman, losing my sanity.
But I’ve already lost it to her.
‘Comfort’, one yells.
‘Loneliness’, follows.
‘Patience’ ‘intelligence’ ‘abandonment’ ‘happiness’ ‘carefree’ ‘anger’ ‘pain’ ‘suffering’
There are no words to describe the person I love,
But she embodies everything I see.
I tried containing her within a painting,
But she lived in every person that was granted a look by her.
And I am,
Forever,
Grateful
That I get to see beauty, in everything she is and everything she does.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
The Vibration From Your Energy,
The Abstract Of Colors
Surrounding Your Ora,
Can Fill Every Empty Canvas
On Blank Galleria Walls__
Every Stroke Of You
Creates Art,
Reminiscent Of A Time
Long Before Your Own Creation -
You Live Between Heaven & Hell
Just To Hear Both Sides Of The Story,
You Don't Belong To This World
Eden Suites You Best. . .
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC