Bailey Morehouse
My mind is miles away
Bailey Morehouse
My mind is miles away
My mind is miles away
My mind is miles away
I think I just met the happiest person in the world! She works at the Diner, down the street. The same diner I use to go to for breakfast way before the sun rose bringing a melancholy mood. Making no one want to start their day.
Then, the first Monday of May. A young girl walked in a little after five. She kept her blonde hair in a braid pulled to the side. Her uniform kept without a wrinkle, ma...
They say the flowers green. Green?! Like an icky goo! I think its yellow, like the Sun thats warm to the touch. Its yellow, like a ring that twist and turns around my grasp. But most of all its like the yellow in his eyes, welcoming and warm.
Yellow?! Yellow is bright and annoying. Take a highlighter, serving its point saying “Over here! Look at me!”. No this flower is Green. A green as sweet as...
We are arm and arm;
Back to back.
Each others wall
through hell and storm.
Together in all
If you weren’t here;
For the fire, snow, and rain.
I would crumble to the rocks.
Made of sorrow and pain
Forged in my darkest of days
But when I call;
You answer, with a laugh
With a smile,
With something to lean on.
So, please, don’t leave me...
My Wall...