Poems from PhoenixOnTheRise
I
Tumbleweeds, unfollowed dreams, misguided ghosts,
Trekking the desert as unloved men instinctively do.
There are no survivors,
There are...
these hands cannot turn back time.
these eyes cannot unsee life.
these lips cannot taste your skin
and tonight, my mind will get no rest...
It's crazy to think that the dreamers
live in a city that never sleeps,
the realists know what they're doing
but really they have no clue...
I didnt know what Home was,
but i knew I could always find it
in an empty field of grass and my thoughts.
her heart didnt beat, it crashed like waves
on the shore at four o'clock in the morning.
i lived for those summers at the beach.
the lamp...