My rainbows,keep shining through,
the clouds and sky, a mirror of blue.
my scrambled heart, a bowl of wonderful you,
its magical, the way the rain looks me through.
heavy heart and a heavy foot,
no one tells me what I'm supposed to do.
The mists, blurs of you,
the eagles up in the sky, hunt the path on for me.
I return to see, what I was with you,
to places of glee, there's so much love for what I find.
This is a song, of open hearts,
of thoughts of you, racing through.
my veins throbs on,rustling on,
the air better come, keep me going on.
2 comments:
It's interesting that you don't have names for your poems/scribblings. Also, they're quite nice :)
And Jim Jarmusch? :)
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