Poems from The3rdGrayClone
Soul of One, the one with average features,average lifebut she sees herself all the timewhen walking down the hallat least two timesSoul...
Their white life force we graciously take, and place in holy plastic/glass/carton containers,
For us to consume with our meals, or just on...
The perfect lover is the wind.
A warm breeze to brush away the cold.
A cool breeze to calm the raging heart.
A strong wind to push you...
A simple walk was all it should've been
The breeze blowing
The trees whispering
The birds singing
A simple walk it was
A simple walk...
Kind heart wrapped in wire
Guarding the what she holds most dear
Rushed hands bleed from the futile wrenching
The blood painting her heart...