I dream of
Starlight
And whisper poetry
To the trees.
I keep the river
In hindsight
And wander the
Flowers with the bees.
I spell with
The sunlight of the day
And write the words
That the grass has to say.
I listen to music
From a starfish in love
And watch the clouds
From up above.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
