God I just wanna live in a cute apartment with big windows for me to look out of when it’s raining, or the morning after it snows, or when the city lights are bright in the night, or when the sun rises and paints the world in colour.
By Lauren Jarek-Simard3 years ago in Poets
She was a hundred hooves of horses blithe thundering over a hundred prairies wide under a hundred summer skies with a hundred golden suns that shine
When you look into someone’s eyes, you’re not looking at their eyes. You’re looking behind them, at their mind, at their soul. So I might not know the colour of your eyes, but I know the colour of your soul.
I belong waking up before the sun, Sipping coffee, writing down morning thoughts, Stretching while listening to quiet music.
Tomorrow Climb a tree at Golden Hour, When the sun is sinking in the sky, Painting the horizon with honey, Peeking through the leaves as a child through a curtain,