the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile
the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust