green brown freshly cut smell like an aroma of nature fills parts of the earth and crunches as I walk on it slippery in the morning
By Tyler Hawthorne3 years ago in Poets
move me even though you are aching get me to my destination keep me standing tall do not allow me to fall
hear the words in my head it has me thinking I did something wrong even though I did not in the side of my mind my memory tells me you
thought I could reach for something that made me feel so good but it did just the opposite and I did not even know it
when it comes my heart beats faster my mind gets dizzy with overwhelming thoughts wish I could control them it is like I do not own them
very dry and chapped often bitten when in thought gives expressions of how you feel lip products make them appealing
yellow and tart tastes better squeezed and mixed with water and sugar or another fruit drink even good in frosting or in a recipe of cake
trees stand tall and are ever green but at fall some change colors and look different from others some leaves fall off and trees are
so many so few can connect them as dots in the sky I only know one constellation and I have to look up the others
can eat with communicate a language touch a smooth or rough surface to feel something to applaud or clap to the beat of music
holds and caresses gets tired feels broken, flabby, toned, and heavy sometimes shaky or stiff can be as welcoming as a gift
warm to the touch on a sunny beach when I walk on it with bare feet hides a lot of secrets beneath it can form castles that
