(no subject)
the dreams you once had
of pretty girls with brown eyes,
they float in my heart
with stabs of jealousy.
even i know the past is nothing but done,
yet feelings tend to follow on
in endless battles with the soul
and fruitless attempts at letting go.
the poetry that left your pen
for the ones you thought you loved,
it was sincere, you wanted so badly
to fly with someone
even if it meant falling alone.
yellow shades of her shirt
drown me in her colors of playfulness
and the earth
it drums beneath my feet,
a pound- pound- pounding
at my walls of defeat.
of pretty girls with brown eyes,
they float in my heart
with stabs of jealousy.
even i know the past is nothing but done,
yet feelings tend to follow on
in endless battles with the soul
and fruitless attempts at letting go.
the poetry that left your pen
for the ones you thought you loved,
it was sincere, you wanted so badly
to fly with someone
even if it meant falling alone.
yellow shades of her shirt
drown me in her colors of playfulness
and the earth
it drums beneath my feet,
a pound- pound- pounding
at my walls of defeat.