for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
Snow is only beautiful from inside a warm home. Cold hatred stings your flesh if you go outside and touch it.
She had to go, and I had to stay where I always was...
This poem has no editing but I like what's here enough that I wanted to share the unedited version.
I feel like I'm nearing something I'd actually present to her. If I could only find the words.
If you can't understand it, that's kind of the point lol. This is a rare case where I can't find an answer to my questions and It's kind of messed up a big part of my life, but I don't want to mess up...
When can I run in these troubling days, whilst my tears never stop?
stick me in the ground with half dollars on my eyes
Her eyes โ the most complex masterpiece I could ever describe. Sweet and sorrowful eyes.
Poppies grew well in the churned-up soil of the battlefield shell craters.
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
Snow is only beautiful from inside a warm home. Cold hatred stings your flesh if you go outside and touch it.
She had to go, and I had to stay where I always was...
This poem has no editing but I like what's here enough that I wanted to share the unedited version.
I feel like I'm nearing something I'd actually present to her. If I could only find the words.
If you can't understand it, that's kind of the point lol. This is a rare case where I can't find an answer to my questions and It's kind of messed up a big part of my life, but I don't want to mess up...
When can I run in these troubling days, whilst my tears never stop?
stick me in the ground with half dollars on my eyes
Her eyes โ the most complex masterpiece I could ever describe. Sweet and sorrowful eyes.
Poppies grew well in the churned-up soil of the battlefield shell craters.