I have a passion for writing again. |
A cig tap dances across
chapped lips, ready to...
Hoodies lie on the floor in
this pink carpeted room...
Black feathers remain grounded
over petals, horizons are camouflaged...
Deep down, an obituary
burns within a flowery...
Betwixt forest floors
lies colorful foliage...
Being an open and honest person will get people to show you their true colors |
Silence speaks more volumes than complaining ever does. |
Sometimes I want to burn everything to ashes, just to rebirth a Phoenix |