20 Dec 2014
Blue sky's
Green grass.
Laying underneath the trampoline. I swear it's 40 degrees cooler under here. The trees have blossomed and butterfly's flutter over the veggie patch. The white air born creatures catch the eye of a cute little puppy with a red collar. The green grass tangles in my hair as I roll around playing with the puppy. There's not a more perfect morning I could ask for.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
