January 2010
3 posts
alas
you were always the one who caught me when I fell, you were always there to spread a smile on my face, like butter. I will miss the way you look at me, I will miss seeing your cute butt, I will miss your cute face, and the way you cuddle up to me. you were always there, now I have to function when I fall, function myself to wake up, function myself to feel like im something without you when I know...
bradle'y
our love was good and our love was right and i don’t regret it no, not a single night because i knew you now i know of. and i know that, i want more of.. the thing that poets write about the thing that singers sing about the thing that flowers bloom for the thing that stars shine for the thing that babies laugh for the thing that jesus died for the thing that winners wait for the thing...
`weth
my eyes create the art that is set aside in my mind. art, is with eyes wide open. what I see is you, what I see is depth, what I see is your hands touching my face. pure and stronger then what most think. I see you and my mind cascades with truth, with the wholeness of my embers. my tomorrow is your face, your mind is what created the art that I see. You are beautiful, you are everything that is...