A mountain represents the fountain of immortality. Sure they age, but they're always there. And finding a love like that, is rare. But is it possible to say that love is like a mountain? Since it has its up and downs? Because love's like walking through meadows, Without seeing the random pitfalls on the ground. … Continue reading “What’s Love Like?”
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Trailing back to you.
They told me distance makes the heart grow fonder but how could a love so strong grow stronger under the circumstances of being away? I've wept for a love that in distance lost its way. I refused to believe what they told me was true but I was naive to think I'd lose love in you when really it's just … Continue reading Trailing back to you.
A New Era
Time. When you keep track of it, you slow it down, but if you don't, you let it off its leash and it moves on without you knowing. Why would you let it move on without you knowing where it's going? That's why you keep track, why you keep a stack of documents that say what … Continue reading A New Era
unforgettable.
If I could forget about you, I would. Not because I regret what we were but because our memories aren’t a blur and in my head they stir every second of everyday; because they remind me of how I couldn’t make you stay. I remember when I fell inlove with your stubbornness but in the … Continue reading unforgettable.
pinocchio love.
When you told me you loved me, your nose grew. why it grew I never knew. until someone told me it's what you do, when you lie.
yours truly.
Ask me to marry you in a constellation. Kneel down on one knee looking to me saying you want us to be Something more than what we already are Saying our love began with one star and then it multiplied like the sky With every passing day that lives, breathes, and dies. Look to me with admiration, Tell me I give … Continue reading yours truly.
O’ Mystic River.
Lay upon me, thy depths of thy waters, Lay upon me good graces my Father. Let the path of the stream wash over my fears, May the only thing it carries is the stream of my tears. O' Mystic River. Thou shall not dream to be something worth more, Than the bounties of nature nor … Continue reading O’ Mystic River.
after everything.
I surmise thats just "your thing" to presuppose, yet never know that it’s not exactly what you think my feelings, like clothes, have the ability shrink You think of me when you’re lonely now that is an accusation but isn’t it at night when you feel lonely? could the dark setting be the causation? You … Continue reading after everything.
2 seconds on the clock.
the man was gay and dead the green light had just turned red people just stared as he bled “its california, victims sue.” the bystander said and its true that they do what the bystander said my mother and i had just walked the path with 2 more seconds to spare as soon as we … Continue reading 2 seconds on the clock.
B.K Laurel 