Tue
Jul
14
My heart is the color of charcoal
My heart is the color of charcoal
Daydreaming though the black night
There are no stars in the heavens
Nor are there any moons, anywhere close by
There are only illusions painted to life
They are my shooting stars
With the brilliance of galaxies
Their hearts are not made of flesh but of sentiment
The real estate is own by my Friends
Each with their deeds
There own personality and loves decorate their homes
The entrances to their hearts; their souls
Made up of dreams and memories
With touches of exaggerations here and there
