Poems.
Name
Searching the skies for a name,
Something to call
you.
Staring into the frosted horizon
I think to myself,
When I tread through the drizzly grass,
When I trek through the snow.
I think of
Those times when bliss was familiar,
and we knew each other.
We knew of names.
Now all is wandering,
Wandering the hillocks of my heart.
-
PromiseI ( Read more... )
Searching the skies for a name,
Something to call
you.
Staring into the frosted horizon
I think to myself,
When I tread through the drizzly grass,
When I trek through the snow.
I think of
Those times when bliss was familiar,
and we knew each other.
We knew of names.
Now all is wandering,
Wandering the hillocks of my heart.
-
PromiseI ( Read more... )
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