Poems from Flylikethesun
We run outside, time to play.
It starts to rain, well, that's okay.
We try to catch drops, in our mouths.
Whew, we say, that cooled us...
I don't know what to say,
So I nod.
I don't know what to do,
So I smile.
I want to talk so bad,
Yet I can't.
I want to break free,
This...
Let's paint these walls red,
With the blood of our dead.
Of the lost and wounded,
the sad and depressed.
Let's paint that chair green...
It's the
Little things.
How it feels
When you can't smile
And make it feel like
It
Belongs.
How it feels
When you can't catch
Catch,...