A questionable view.
Pin hammered, weather tarnished...
Oh let’s run...
Let’s run a program in our minds...
Hey,
Stars watch the ceiling that watches us tonight...
Dark night
where the moon often hides amidst the clouds...
Brother Thomas was a preacher
Who knew the scriptures well...
Last summer seems like a distant memory now
as you angrily pass me in the street, head down...
I was always told growing up that I should
play fair and play nice...
We are like
A skyscraper...
So far, I’ve written some poems for you
some about love...
They say that the Phoenix
Rises from the ashes...
Just now,
I read, “at least we are under the same sky...
i don't know how she does it; after
waking up before dawn for two days...