I have a passion for writing again. |
Hoodies lie on the floor in
this pink carpeted room...
Black feathers remain grounded
over petals, horizons are camouflaged...
Deep down, an obituary
burns within a flowery...
Betwixt forest floors
lies colorful foliage...
Melancholy blossoms
betwixt seasons, wilting...
Being an open and honest person will get people to show you their true colors |
Silence speaks more volumes than complaining ever does. |
Sometimes I want to burn everything to ashes, just to rebirth a Phoenix |