Poet
When I was younger, butterflies used to land on me I remember we were on holiday in Wales sitting in a field, playing a board game
By O T Wellswood6 years ago in Poets
Pendulums Swing I’m sitting on a bench in Chile there is the softest wind rolling past in this moment my skin feel like a Forest
I miss you, sometimes maybe more than I should say I love you, But not like that You're just a friend, I wouldn’t have it different way
I'm sitting in the garden Watching the birds For anyone who knows me, This is a pretty normal thing for me to do. On the wall are 4 bird boxes
Your music makes me feel a way, that I can’t explain you give me hope you once told me that no one is ever born alone bringing fondness to my heart; with thoughts of my mother
It's new year’s eve, I’m in a nightclub This is not my scene, as I tell myself it’s just one night, it’s just one night Still I feel empty, out of place
There is something about the air in Chile or there is something that I feel here; in this air I am reborn here, every breath here seems full