Poems from Marcilenaaa
9:39 p.m.
The fireflies are buzzing at my windowsill
While
The rain is pounding on the clear glass
Only so much can be called 'the...
But when the volcano is burning
And you do not know which way to go
You've just got to let it turn you to ash
After all,
You were...
Loving yourself
Is kind of like
Staying awake
When everyone else is sleeping
The nightsky is so much clearer,
The stars so...
I remember that you said that you could never forget me but I was always a candle and at the end of every day the wind made me disappear...
"Today I stopped at a stop sign and for some reason I thought of you and I didn't want to keep on going.."
-m.c.-