but here goes.
a poem a wrote
suffering from WITHDRAWAL
When your weary look to the ocean to see
A world filled with numerous joy,
Your gloom drifts oh so free
And when your weary i hope you think of me..
Cool calm breeze from a tall standing tree
Things you assume but hesitant to bloom
Because your subconscious
Of the directions the wind will blow your leaves
Eyes to the sky
"Will there be room?
for endless tears on stary nights with nothing the moon?"
Well thats up to you to assume,
When your weary i hope you seee
THAT your dreams are meant to be,
We reflect one another
A vision couldnt be any clearer,
So the next time you're weary
And your too scared to fear her,
Face the glass, open ur eyes,
& ill be standing in the mirror
ehh. just because
