I just read through about half of your poems. It's all so enchanting...Lilting and beautiful and honestly sad and sadly honest. Youre's so talented. You're so talented and I'm so envious. Don't you dare ever stop writing,
Ben, ben. You inspire. Posh writer, you. Your verses are sublime. Your subjects, divine. Like the epitome of the All-American boy, trying to make it in this biting world. With a little help from his pen, his thoughts. You're endearing. And lovable (whether you like it or not ;) .. I look forward to your postings: each and every one. Keep growing, keep speaking, and above all, keep writing.
when those days come
I hope when those days come, when the sun begins its frantic dance across a darkening sky, when clouds roll in, and flowers bloom without ever knowing why. When wishing stars sift downwards and settle down on drooping eyes you will forget they've fallen.