Poems from l.c
I will not always live and yet I am always dying the only thing to balance life is the way I'm writing. It makes me think of living it makes me think of death. But it seems that when I'm writing I leave all out or less. I do not talk of living, but in my secret way. I do not talk of death, but sometimes it comes way. All I need to know to live and die is write, all I need to see is sunshine and moonlight.
On the edge of the milky way I standTripping on the sanity that I may or may not haveThe stars are rushing past me And the moons are...
Potters Clay by L.C
Pictures painted
without a brush
And sketches drawn
with just a touch
As potter's clay
We start to mold
We're...
If I could paint the world again
I'd draw your hand in mine.
And never would I forget, my friend
The ways we shared our time.
I'd pour...
Standing up While falling downMy words you will rememberStriking backWhen I'm struck downMy innocence surrenderedWords be toldBut have no...
Lies are written beautifullyIn a script of poetryBut true love can't always stayWhen lies are laying On its pageAnd if some oneTook a...