Crystal balls that glean invisible tomorrows; Eye stay away from and remind myself: The all seeing is seeing my actions and reading thought patterns. I aspire to love fear-free, Embrace the future, not hiding away in corners, Placing feelings; in velvet boxes Collecting dust, while she places her breasts Across my lips and I stay - legs open: Mind Closed.
head back to the beginning of
time. I decided to write you something for each day that I refrain and abstain from communication. Its a difficult thing to admit; we didn’t work. But I miss you, maybe that will pass I have a feeling it will probably maybe last forever. We go from being leaves on a tree, to robins in a London garden. Dissipating kisses over the southbank. I want to be like those books at the book market,...
There are never enough words There is never enough time The Love is what remains. Despite rushing and frantically writing letters. I came to a halt. Like sapsuckers and humming birds. Nomadically nesting, Insatiable pollen addiction. I miss you with every vice-less moment. Yet, I know you surround me and encapsulate the world. I still long to see your face, In my dreams you reveal...
apocalypsepoet asked: Thank you so much.
smells like teen spirit– http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onXoreYFMhU