Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...
I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet...
Because we fell in love like two whites doves
Just falling slowly and deeply in love...
Why must I write using imagery?
Should I paint words as if those words...
There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...
Everlasting ( F P C D )
9:51 am on Mar 3, 2015...
Has the Wind stop blowing?
said the frog with loud croaks...
Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted...
Love, you are like a bee,
You make my heart buzz and buzz...
I'm once again falling in this depression.
I was told, "don't walk too close from that...
Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...
To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...