I was searching through my room for a sewing kit to fix up a pair of pants when I stumbled on an old journal of mine and found this poem. I'm not sure what I was pissed off about lol.

Not titled-

look at the sky. blue sky blue sky red.

feel the hand so lightly creeping halfway up my inner thigh

shot a glance, you must be crazy. I'm not alone

there is a connection shooting in throughout my veins

felt the pulse of your own heart beating through your fingertips

heard my voice being whispered back through your veins.

why are we here again? shouldn't this have ended a year or so or more ago?

light soft touch of your lips sending trembles up and down my spine

I'll never stand on my own two feet again.

wind blown hair, here there and everwhere masking a face

those eyes in perfect brown disguise; now

hand on hand trying hard to understand the neverending stars

and galaxies we've dreamed up.

where do we belong? where our homes are so beautiful

oaklands, meadows and sweet smells of summer breeze blowing

through the trees, shaking free all things dead and dieing

weak but trying never wanting

to cave in.