Words are just a representation of every day experiences and I hope to share a few of mine with you.

Monday, December 7, 2015

High Hopes


A soft cry comes from the other side
Silvery sweet like keyboards never could 
When I got called in by the campus 
You never left the portal 
Real people keep updated 
Wether they live 4 minutes or 4 hours away 

Long dark curls always smiles
Politics seemed dreary 
A sad revelation of the world 
Growing older and darker 
No skin cream for this broken skin 
But she's got high hopes 
High Apple pie in the sky hopes
Breath takes second, near her apple pie 
No Marie calendar easy bake preservatives 

Hand made 
Easy trade 
This world for the hopes of Andra Lee