Sometimes I feel like I’m Jim Mo… His poetic words just suit my soul… Sometimes I feel like I’m just li… Some days I feel like dressing in… As the sun reflects from my eyes
All these poems about love They don’t mean a thing without yo… Your eyes were dangerous and your… Face was calm as I held you I knew I couldn’t have you,
I’ve been told the world hasn’t go… But my eyes have only grown Well I’ve been told I’m a child o… But why have I been sold to the d… He owns me now and he’s making me
Pressed against my stomach Your lips on my neck I can feel you moving closer But you’re already as close as clo… But it’s not enough
Driving fast on an empty road I feel the eyes of a power above m… I don’t know who they belong to But I feel them watching over me My car now spins it flipped four t…
I’ve never really understood what… To find that person and within a m… You just know they are different,… You share the same views and inter… Not knowing this person
I love these little moments Where I feel small But I feel like where I am is rig… It’s where I was destined to be i… A déjà vu feeling that makes me be…
I’m tired of walking the same grou… I’m tired of waking with a blank e… But I don’t think I’m depressed o… I’m just not content with my life Because I know I’m cut out for mo…
This is a poem filled with words… This is a poem filled with both lo… The truth is I really did love yo… You were always late and unreliabl… You weren’t better than me and tha…
I drank too much late last night Because I saw you again And it pained my mind I drowned myself in vodka and beer Trying to make the thoughts of you…
I’m sitting on the windowsill blen… The cactus that rests next to me I stare out the window my hands gr… There’s a blizzard outside and you… I’m here inside this empty home wa…
Forever in your debt I see Crying while you’re up on me Earlier that night I drank My bitter heart it tasted great Look in between the lines
So many words scattered in my head… But when I write them down They tend to not make sense But isn’t that art? To be able to… Something so strange and personal–
I can’t tell if I’m crying becaus… Or maybe it’s a combination of the… You say I’ve developed an attitud… But I think it’s just the choice… You thought I wouldn’t move on
March is often the slowest month Waiting for the snow to melt Watching it turn into muddy puddle… Wishing for warmer days You keep thinking about