My fingers glide along the weathered marble fountain I can feel the drops of water kissing my skin My eyes peer up as the sun rises over the mountain I breathe in the warm wind; cleansing me from within I reach into my pocket and pull out a copper cent Re...
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Hopeless love Stories
I could have weathered a million storms, Fallen for each of your numerous forms After everything we’ve been through I could have truly loved you I could have soaked up the rain And furiously kissed away your pain Whether the moon is white, red, or blue I...
Holding Perfect
Burns bright, burns fast, right? So let's burn. (A poetic blast from my distant past.)Perfect’s rare. I’ve seen it. I’ve held it in my arms. A vision; a dream; An angel.Mine was no ordinary angel: She had no wings, she did not glow with the glory of God and her singing was not much to speak of. In short, she was wonderful. My angel was you...