the skies were heavy from all they had seen, their lives were never long enough. Trust rains and pours, but always dries up,
it's a wonder that we can see.
Some days the grass, the trees, the flowers grow green
and the weeds like it too.
Who cares whether the autumn falls, because it always picks itself back up again.
Deep inside the heart of mine, a dolphin swims its tireless rounds. They need to keep moving because it's no fun to stick around.
safe and sound.
nowhere bound.
Don't care who's coming through, gotta meet someone, gotta love someone, gonna love someone.
it's nice to think that there's no words in the world, because I know how I'd communicate to you. With open kisses and closed hugs, and whistling tunes in your ears.

5 comments:
Put them in order?
They are?
was it a pretty green?
All greens are pretty.
very awesomely done... one thing to make it a little easier to read though, everytime there are comas, make a new line. just makes poetry flow better and look more like poetry!
*Leia*
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