A passing moment
A passing moment...
So tell me, is it really a crime
If I do not wish to rhyme...
Tears
Long tears fall on the earth...
He has long wavy hair
And a beard that matches it...
I’m the kind of girl that sleeps
with crystals under her pillow...
Treasured thoughts
The smell of our new car...
Only lost eyes can find the greener grass...
I *AM the wind that fills your sails, I AM your...
I AM the Sun, and the Moon, under them you both...
precious memories
oh! how they linger toughing my soul...
The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...
I want your pupils to fill with warm 8:30 PM...
I wish to hear what you need to fix...
Perhaps by chance, an ode or utterance escapes
only to desecrate upon a good idea...