Short snippets from my perspective , of this small world .
(Poem I wrote with a good friend of mine , I write with strangers too~)
Smells like the sky
Filled with them clouds
Those bout to cry
You’re a certain kind of Eden.
With Ghosts of Flowers for Flowers
No Cherubs or Cupid’s , just a little shower .
Planted by the lords. , lovers and the Saint in Grey .
Remind me of picnic times .
The ones I haven’t been on
The ones I’ll never be on.