And if we're enough
We will gather up the sun...
I'm in the dizzy world of PnQ
My brain it spins from what I view...
What came before you was sadness and loss
Thought you wouldn't be...
The one who listens
to all that you pour and catch...
To draw life in full colour upon parchment,
To see beauty in flat creation. Shades of reality...
No figure to
your drawings...
Songs throwing me into memories
The night I danced & spun giddily upon the beach...
One day, when all of this ends,
we will collect our bones...
Although we are far
thoughts of you like stars...
No later than the clock could tick a new hour,
I hid near dusty shelves...
.
Shall I compare thee to a page of old...
Once upon a time,
a tired tree looked at the sky...