In the silent of the night, I mutter my dreams to the stars, Each wink a promise, Each glisten a hope. I weave my desire into the night sky,
By Air Emory2 months ago in Poets
I'm a humble vegetable I know some of you don't want to eat me I may bland but I am fresh and beautiful You always look for pork and meat or others
Why are you afraid to go Why are you scared to fly Life is meaningless if you are alone in the dark Hiding yourself can be suffocating in the end
Start to get up and clear your mind How do you expect time can wait for you Imagine all the time flies in every second or any minute
By Air Emory3 months ago in Poets