•NOT TO BE LOVED BUT TO BE LOVE•
My Lust For Love Lies On The Surface Of The Moon. Somewhere, Between Too Much And Not Enough. Lined With Ignorance And Finished With Bliss...
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson6 years ago in Poets
My Environment Crumbles. Almost As If Dust Surrounds Me. And As I Seep Through The Pores Of My Own Existence. I Wither Away In The Sun,
Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Right.. Right Again. “My Mind Is Spinning”. I Can’t Remember. Lost In Thoughts Of A False Reality.
I wandered over the mountains, Finally making it into the trees. Only to come and realize, That it was made for the bees.
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson7 years ago in Poets
I say this as a warning, For I say this as a warning. Do not, Do not fall in love with me. I won’t take you to the highest mountains,
