the tall yellow grass was a part of our tribe,
dancing in the wind, listening to our vibes.
understanding our thoughts,
the sun warms our skin.
not missing one spot,
and you start to grin.
the trees in the distance,
holding years of life.
the words you say,
cut into me, like a knife.
in a good way of course.
i can't help my feelings,
it's like a vital force.
you're heart is so appealing.
YOU ARE READING
a lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
PoetryI didn't choose to be here, on this earth. i am forced to wake up everyday and write these shit poems. since i'm already trapped here i guess i'll make a few memories. maybe go for a jog... who am i kidding. i'll stay home and continue writing about...
