Looking back, I could weave such beautiful stories with words It was as if they were my own But somehow, things took a turn for the worse My muse has left me all alone.
How wonderful it was, and it is to write Lines laced and dappled with grace and poise Imagine the diamonds encrusted in the night The whispers, the faint mist, and a dim yellow light
Now, That’s probably me Somewhere in a corner Trying to think of something neat, Thoughts tumbling in my mind, scattered and apart My heart is screaming with delight at the view But my mind doesn’t know to how to describe No, not a clue.
Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security