Here is a boy
Who knows he's insane
Who falls to feel wind in his face
Here is a girl
Who dances in rain
Who never can stay in one place
Here is a boy
Who was stuck in one town
Who wished on a shooting star
Here is a girl
Who had walking feet
But couldn't walk that far
*Evyn
If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write. ~Martin Luther
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Ink
Touch my heart
Fingers dipped in ink
Universes bend
Withdraw your hand
Eternity stains your skin
*Evyn
*Evyn
Monday, April 20, 2015
The Way He Says My Name
Part 1
The way he says my name,
A rope he clings to when he is hanging over a fire.
The way he says my name,
A lifeboat in a storm when there is no shore in sight.
The way he says my name,
A light in the midst of the darkest night he's lived.
Part 2
The way he says my name,
A goodbye.
*Evyn
The way he says my name,
A rope he clings to when he is hanging over a fire.
The way he says my name,
A lifeboat in a storm when there is no shore in sight.
The way he says my name,
A light in the midst of the darkest night he's lived.
Part 2
The way he says my name,
A goodbye.
*Evyn
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