Oh but the horizon is so wide
and the road, it stretches on, so long.
But if one listens to the wind- it tries
to explain the ways of song and time.
Oh, how you we try to watch our smiles
and forget to taste our tears.
When its crying that makes our faces shine
with the essence of our years.
Oh how I love, how I love to feel.
it's easy and it's hard.
When I breath, my heart does rise
and my many wounds do heal.
3 comments:
Lovely Kris :) Whenever I read your poems I feel like they are something I would write and enjoy, raw and soft, but it makes me happy that you are writing them and I can enjoy them (plus my poems are a little more silly :)
i want to write music to this.
-Grace
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