I have a passion for writing again. |
Black feathers remain grounded
over petals, horizons are camouflaged...
Black ink smears between
blue lines with mixtures of...
Unfurling fingers
tremble masterpieces as...
Title: Nothing lasts forever
Cobwebs hang where attempts were made...
Darkness envisions
alcohol, sunshine...
Betwixt golden hues,
Adidas shoes amble...
From crumpled up papers
to the death of you...
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 |