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
Aimlessly through a crowd
Is a familiar place
Somewhere I’ve been before
The details of the room are vague and dissimilar from my memory