My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
The stars yellow light shines
Natures glow intertwines...
There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...
Serenity is sold
in small plastic bottles...
The seventh of December
In Nineteen Forty-one...
Part of life, what makes life, the thing that...
As I sat by my window,
I looked outside...
I TRIED PUTTING THIS IN THE QUOTES SECTION BUT WAS...
Fate changed me in ways...
I sing a song,
A song of life...
Memories fade into the distant past,
As her feet pound the warm asphalt...
Drifting away on the wings of a dream
Taking me someplace I have been before...
Look westward, toward the setting sun. See now...
Our apt stagnancy has become rife. To forsake our...