Short one on the scenario where one could erase their own memories
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share.
the way my mind works. something very serious going on but i'm drifting to things unrelated. i've gotten in big trouble for this and it seems fitting that i wrote it into this poem without knowing unt...
"i made a mistake tonight, i started another fight."
this is based on something that actually happened just about an hour ago.
"when i hit the ground, everything goes quiet,"
this was started after i had an accident with actually falling off a horse.
"I said take these broken wings and learn to fly"
honestly i just noticed that first line in so many songs i wanted to write it into something and make it mine. so i guess thats what i did?
Being lost is okay. We have all been there in one point in time.
I sometimes like to write spur of the moment poems, this is one of them.
"Feeling responsible or regretful for a perceived offense, real or imaginary."
Short one on the scenario where one could erase their own memories
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share.
the way my mind works. something very serious going on but i'm drifting to things unrelated. i've gotten in big trouble for this and it seems fitting that i wrote it into this poem without knowing unt...
"i made a mistake tonight, i started another fight."
this is based on something that actually happened just about an hour ago.
"when i hit the ground, everything goes quiet,"
this was started after i had an accident with actually falling off a horse.
"I said take these broken wings and learn to fly"
honestly i just noticed that first line in so many songs i wanted to write it into something and make it mine. so i guess thats what i did?
Being lost is okay. We have all been there in one point in time.
I sometimes like to write spur of the moment poems, this is one of them.
"Feeling responsible or regretful for a perceived offense, real or imaginary."