this road i walk on seems so dreary, short and straight, but seems so long and lonely.
just like the days when you're not with me when this reality sets in like the cold violet sky
just like my use of time, absorbing every word, writing until my fucking fingers burn
running after my thoughts, trying to catch up, caring way too much...so happy with your love
simple yet so true, finding things to do, the stars, the sun, the moon, i keep thinking of you
forgetting what to say, my mind becomes blank, never feel ashamed, just live day by day.
ramble on ramble on, poems that just kind of spew out ideas here and there in little blurbs are fun to read. some of the best i think, just so long as they dont contain the word etc