The kind lonely man

Thank you death

Its every time i look back towards the smiles of my life i was stuck in the gravity of the moment of something i never liked.

facing my reality of every kiss i ever gave was as great as the ashes that will sit in my little grave.

The eyes of my stuffed elephant looked at me and cried, happiness never reached me and it didn't even try.

i dream of giving money to the lonely poor, and i dream of breathing as much as no more.

i never existed no matter how much i tried, i wish i hope my life doesn't flash before my eyes. 

Reviews

[ℰmerald ⚓]

I love this, I'm hooked on your writing now. Fantastic write.

[Christopher Booyakasha]

that was a good piece

[EllenMichelle29]

Hmmm, nice piece of writing. I loved it.
Keep on writing!

[Siren]

Kind of dark. There is this vague idea of good things--joy, love, generosity--but they all seem to be just out of your reach. I like this one, it's really good.

[A little twist]

thank you :)

[Siren]

welcome (:

[Empty Spaces]

this was great! i'm now officially a fan!