My name is Leigh
I am a conundrum
I write to understand
Most flowers cannot bloom int he darkness, love that skill is saved for the evening primrose your beauty is greater than it can grow
By Leigh Schilling4 years ago in Poets
I thought of you today I wondered if you missed me Or missed the idea of me I thought of you today And then I thought of her,
You told me once that you didn’t think you were creative You told me that as much as you loved the arts, Your skills were elsewhere.
I don't have a religion It's just not for me; I don't know what I believe in, But you can bet that what ever it is, you won't find it in a church.
I miss you. I miss you more than I think I've ever missed anything in my life. I miss you more than there are stars in the sky,
You were my first shooting star and now every time I see one I think of what we could have had. You were my first shooting star,
I fell in love at 9:42 on a Tuesday. I was walking to the platform, the train was coming And there she was Short hair,