(2013)
#Friend #Friends #Independent #Love #SeriousWalk #Walking #Walks
I don’t like flashbacks Because often times they are the b… You know, the ones where your hear… Or the ones that replay in your he… The ones you want to go back and c…
Before you forget me, I want you to remember me as me The happy, extrovertive, caring pe… Please don’t decide to forget the… Please don’t throw away the love…
Why does everybody refuse a heart… Why does everybody control a heart… Why does everybody deny a heart wh… and... Why does everybody refuse true lov…
I swear, from the moment he opene… Spoke so softly with enough intell… And I thought to my savior, “God,… Something so perfect could not be… And those lips
But do not hold everything To appear strong, Let everything go, To become light Not for the sake of restoration bu…
Can I have another chance? To know you, To love you, To let your love rain down on me? Did I miss the storm?
Every time I see you, there is so… Like the way your aroma gives me c… And how it feels to wanna kiss you… To wanna love you right but so una… Or how it hurts when you walk away…
I must say, Being without a pen takes breath f… Being without poetry makes me feel…
There are some things I’ve writte… I hope I never have to read again But I do not forget, I’ll have to find myself again Someday
I guess it started a long time ago… Me giving away my happiness for a… I guess I never had an independen… and try as I may, I still don’t h… I still seek the approval of the o…
Trying to close it, Forcing the hidden to keep still Pleading with the revealed to put… Warning the exposed to come back i… But yet they bleed
A man who is a poet is one who is… One who craves love underneath his… So much that he would scratch the… A man who is a poet believes that… That he must hold it in his hands…
I am regretting many things What is there to find in apparent… There is nothing to explain unless… You don’t fall in love the flower… Thriving ..
There was a fire in his eyes that… But by the effects of many things Not a rage, nor malice, Nor hatred of anything He had experienced much but was he…
It’s like we’re meeting for the ve… Like you were never mine And I was never yours Hugging me, holding me Like you’ve never seen me before