Sometimes the moon is all you have
It was noon.The sun beat down from above.But you shined brighter.You closed your eyesAnd felt its warmth,And I felt yours.The
It was noon.The sun beat down from above.But you shined brighter.You closed your eyesAnd felt its warmth,And I felt yours.The
because i was exhausted and crankyand it was too late in the week to be walking homeand because texas was
I know that one dayYou’ll be gone.But I sit behind you here while you sleep,Entranced by your gentle snoringThe hum
Do you not understand?What I’ve shown youI am reluctant to show anyone else. YouAre special. I was coweringCowardlyQuieted by anxiety.I
Life is fleetingButSometimesFleeting is beautiful. That is why we keep sniffing the perfume we’ve sprayedUpon our wrists.Because we know thatEventually,
The rain is a constant.An everlasting white noise.It does little to calm the youthful soul. You must see me through
However much the poets try to deny it,We are numbers.Days, really.Counting Down Down Down Until the last survivable thingAnd what
Glowing eyesIn the dark. Something with bright redGlowing eyesIs watching meFrom the dark. It blinks its shadowy reflectionAnd trails meThough
You are the imposterOf your own selfThe Holy ProphetOf your own rebellion.
Sometimes You need to sleep. You need to sleep a lot. Not because you’re tired Or because you need to