The stones

I feel like a stone in the shore here once there was one but now there is more, The feeling of glee surrounds the unbreakable tree and falling of hope raises its mask to get a glance at the world in her hands. The emptiness I feel is a bearable trait where once there was one there was never enough. Enough to be a momentous me in the never ending emotions of insanity. She reaches for heaven but falls two inches too short when she reaches her hand she falls to the ground and wipes her brow with a hopeful glow , never giving up her soul to fall like a stone in the wonderful world of emotional games and the ties we play that bear the remarkable decay.Do you see the sadness in her eyes as she opens up her mind and projects her life so full of hurt it brings a tear to wondering eye of the emotional guy who has her in his sights. He helps her see the world she could be and the ocean of love that flys like a dove to heavens above where she finally can touch the magical rush of the emotional luck. They embrace the shore of emotional galore as the stones cast thier shadows in the mornings downpour, those remarkable stones that make up the steps to finding the one thats makes me believe in momentous me.

-From the mind of your beautifulmistake-