Always grabbing, tugging, pulling at anything you can reach. Tugging for the attention in a moment of random spontaneity. Always pulling at the hand that dismissed you, grabbing the space between fingers that is already filled.
Poisenous venom you carry, destructive - but thats what you seek.
You grab. You pull. You tug.
But you skwirm, surrounded by an ocean too big, too blue for you.
But aren't you blue too?
You grab. You pull. You tug.
You skwirm.
Love (n.)
No love song, quote, or poem will ever describe the feelings I have for you.
Over analytical
Unbelievable sights. Indescribable feeling. Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling, through an endless diamond sky.
Pieces of Petals
its poetry, because anyone who speaks whole heartedly, deserves recognition.