its late in the mourn, and i was thinking about you,
you and your words, and your poetry too.
we all suffer from green heartache sweety, the worlds gone mad and its gotten really shitty,
all that matters is L.O.V.E., between each person in this humanity
no one is different, but they try hard to be.. in order to stand out you see?
because we are all marching ants, marching on a neverending trial, a trial that inevitably leads us to our own denial.
i write this with deep thoughts, and yours the same, im hoping we see the same picture ... in the same frame
lets keep writing... these poems,
we gotta show the whole world, how to flow em
