poems...
Im laying down
The shards of pine needles poke at me through my clothes
The wind prepares the leaves for take-off
The leaves are assorted
Beautiful, like you
I watch them in the breeze
Twirling,
dancing in the air
I think of you, because I always do
And I close my eyes
And I feel Mother Nature’s breath exhale around me
My mind w a n d e r s, flashes back to the time before I met you
It reads as this:
I am stuck…
no point to live, but still living
Indecisive…
I try and adjust myself.. To fit other's social wants
I meet you,
And im sent swirling in a tornado of love
I am myself again…
You like me that way..
I settle down.
Refreshed..
Relaxed..
Revived.
All you need is love