Monday, March 19, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Bliss.
It’s pure bliss.
There’s no other word for it.
The feeling I get when you walk in the room,
When I see your smile
And that look you always flash
It’s more than butterflies.
It’s more than happiness.
It’s pure bliss.
You put me on a cloud.
And I float up there in the sky
until it’s time to say goodbye.
I don’t know what it is,
What makes us so good?
Why does it feel so good?
Why does it fit so well?
Well, who cares why!
It works in a perfect way, a weird way.
A perfectly weird way.
And I love it.
It’s pure bliss.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Clouds.
Clouds.
They fall over us, hide us,
keep us from what we want.
They drape the sky like loneliness drapes over my heart.
They roll in for days upon days,
deciding when to leave only when they’ve poured enough,
only when they’ve emptied every last drop,
only when they have nothing left to give.
Labels:
clouds,
life,
Loneliness,
Me
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