Poems from daywater.spring
Flowers, Balloons
these petty saloons
are filled with men, some tipsy
they boast and they batter
their clothes in a tatter
from...
sometimes my mind goes blank
and I dont know how to feel or what to say
what I want is nothing
to lay in my bed is not satisfying enough...
I am but a one man band
who has yet to learn more
but so many words like the sand
and my brain so stiff and sore
you ask what i do?
I'm...
There there for you when your head gets heavy
and you can't hold it up anymore
they shape the form of your head perfectly
no other form...
That feeling that puts pressure against my heart
its satisfying feeling as I unload from finish to start
no matter what the order of...