M O R E


What do you want more of?

Is it already yours?


I once found a dog on the street and took him home
I named him Street Dog
And by home I mean I took him to a different street

A man once found me and took me to his home
He named me Poor Girl
And by home I mean a tent at the park

A woman once found a man hiding in her home
She named him Lover
And by home I mean her heart


Experience is a bird chained to a memories roar
After running in Surrender and falling in Rust
A lion unfolds hidden wings of Love
Beside a temple built of Trust


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.