Sunday, 11 May 2014
01:17:55 AM (GMT)
my inner thoughts are becoming written things. I feel like I want to cry and paint
with my tears.
let you see the things that we could be. show you what you mean to me.
a sunset, a sunrise. the color of your eyes.
the wind blowing the leaves, our skin cooled by the breeze. the water flows. the
a touch here, a kiss there, now we’re out of our underwear.
a silent cry sent out into the night. a loud whisper falling on deafened ears. your
face covered in blood and tears.
have we found what we’ve wanted after all of these years?
or are we just fooling ourselves? a lie to cover the pain. like an umbrella in the
when the storm hits, theres no where to hide. but i’ll be there by your side.
a shadow in the dark. like the moon calling for her lark.
the stars breathing their last breath long before we see their dying light. a mirror
to reflect it, keep it living for a bit longer.
warm our hearts by the fire. the situation may seem dire.
a frog was a tadpole, and a tree was once a seed. remember, that if they can do it,
then you too can succeed.