The stars
Gave you wings
To fly
But
You forget sometimes
That you have them
And they won’t spread
And you won’t feel the wind underneath your wings
If you never
Jump
And higher you jump from
The longer
The flight
And the better
The views
But the fall will also be
Much worse
Will you jump?
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
