[dont.float.with.wind.fly.your.own.way]
[dont.float.with.wind.fly.your.own.way]
I wonder if they’ll know its me…
[via kakaymastrofilippo]
Take my hand and we`ll make it I swear.
[look.beyond]
spend our first years at school learning
to see life in black and white
only to spend the rest of their life
learning how to see the colours in between
always tries to bring me down
when i start floating on that cloud
when im balancing high on my tippie-toes
why cant she just accept that sometimes
i need to be happy in my thoughts
without her words luring
that green monster within, a feeling
that she yearns to see in my eyes
by telling me of things
she knows i wish to hold as memories
as plans,
as dreams.