Trying to make sense of the universe around us. The mistakes of yesterday are today’s wisdom.
Im sick of perfume I want to smell life I want to smell the stink That nature designed . I want to smell dirt That shows me you planted a flower
By P.A. Wilkinson2 months ago in Poets
Do you long for romance? Do you know what it means? Do you wish for care, kisses and warm loving dreams? Someone to hold
By P.A. Wilkinson3 months ago in Poets
Keep those Irish eyes smiling Though they’re sunken and tired Tomorrow brings a new light Let those hungry eyes catch a fire
I walk Aimlessly through a crowd This place Is a familiar place Somewhere I’ve been before The details of the room are vague and dissimilar from my memory
