This poem sucks.
Everything I've ever written...
So much to do under the sun
So little time to get it all done...
Chaos is measured only by the degree of Order that...
Order is measured only by ones perception in the...
To be as careless
as a cloud...
From the day we met
you stopped my breath short...
I gave to them a single rose, which they didnt...
And once upon their hand it turned the darkest...
I don't do it.
Sheepish little grins lit upon the ceiling...
Ever flowing, ever changing,
I am the wind...
We walk into the forest
not far just a few feet...
I'm not cute.....I'm beautiful
I'm not smart....I'm brilliant...
I'm immersed by my own flow,
set within the blond view...
Lost in a world of sightless eyes,
ears that no longer hear my cries...