Unfinished thoughts,
Unspoken sentences,
Suspended dreams,
The pain,
The longing,
The healing
And everything in between -
I gather them all,
Weave them into poems
And leave them inked
On the pages of my heart.
Unfinished thoughts,
Unspoken sentences,
Suspended dreams,
The pain,
The longing,
The healing
And everything in between -
I gather them all,
Weave them into poems
And leave them inked
On the pages of my heart.
~The tips of the mountains kiss the clouds up high
The grass dances together rhythmically as the wind blows by
The pair of old little lovebirds celebrating spring in the air
Only you and me are not...