She's a color on your color palette.
Too small to stay without slipping off
To fall to the carpeted waves.
You paint with her.
A friend so small; you make her bigger,
As you peel her off the page, she's gone in a whisper.
Genevieve.
when it comes true
when my dream is found,
my goals reached,
will I be fulfilled?
will the future be everything I’d hoped,
or a letdown
a saddening realization of truth
The stone wall upon which he sits is crumbling, rough and moss covered, but it is home.
He stares up at the migrating geese, their honks loud and clear in the crisp air.
When the world is dark, and the stars are out
My mind comes alive.
I drown alone in my thoughts with a smile on my face,
And let myself get lost,
Because I know I’ll be found.
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