out of place

deadnote

i remember the days
when poetry wasnt out of place
seems as though those days have faded
my heart is hurt
my eyes feel good
but my thoughts i cant control now
i just wanna be good enough
good enough to love

Get_Right

your in the wrong place for that

randaldoesjersey

and she said-
and i replied
with scarce words
cold as fish
dead as dead birds
unrequited idiosyncrasies
flight--
and the whispers of love
lost,
like wildfire
into the arms
into the arms
like a phoenix.