Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
I don't know why, but
at least it comes in time
the bittersweet feeling of your feet walking away at dawn
picked it as a muse,
When you used to talk about art
And what it made you want to do
-s’s.
I don't know your name and I shouldn't have guessed it
so long as the sunset comes
eerie night and lemonade sun
devoid of hope and embraced in song
I shouldn't have to guess it
-s's.
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
La Vie en Or
Words are singing
down along the lines
I know, I see them jump across the interstate bridge I see life for what it is
Sunset is lonely and its
teasing the rivers
I know, I see light laid on top of the farms
I see life for what it's not