guard me to the moon.
show me how it feels to be happy
cause i don't know.
i can't see colours. flowers,
lying now between the woods.
i'm lost, nobody sees that.
nobody's here to pick
that soft, crusty leaf instead of
the ocean or the pretty green tree.
please,
touch me like you've never done it before;
touch me like you've missed my presence.
at least pretend you care about
the only one who sees you trees
trough the shivers and bliss.
for you;
and you know.
YOU ARE READING
Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
