I love to write poetry, but i have to be in the mood to write. |
A dandelion blowing in the sway of the wind
Frill and fragile it stands...
With every lonesome tear-drop that has fallen from...
you don't care...
Everytime, i look at you,
my heart shrivels up and breaks in two...
As a leaf fall to the ground,
another leaf will grow...
Your majestic blue eyes,
like the deep blue sea...
Love is like getting lost in a place that is foreign to your heart. even if you turn around and start over, you are still going to be so lost. but, if you keep going on and dont stop, you will eventually figure out where you are. |
Love is not blind |