(2013)
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Can I have another chance? To know you, To love you, To let your love rain down on me? Did I miss the storm?
I touch everything yet I feel not… But my life is not a blur I could say that I choose what I… I could say that love conquers all… Shattering every time they separat…
Temptations exude, bleed out On to the carpet which I call my… Conscience distorted Lust evident Yet one thing remains
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…
An overbearing mother Two overwhelming siblings And too much time alone Phone Taken Back up discovered
It’s like there is a whole part of… We crave love and endearing attent… So we dream We long, that one day fate will le… That the collection of doubt and t…
“I’m done with those childish games. I’m ready to be with someone I can share my heart with,” he said. "I’m in love with you. I plan on marrying you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m set. I ...
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…
It’s like nothing I’ve ever exper… It’s like being afraid of the unkn… It’s like bleeding out in the Pac… It’s just like free falling It’s like going out into the world…
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…
More than words can say, I swear… A phrase so easily put into words… Even though the beauty of you illu… Even you shut your eyes and hide a… Even you choose to disguise
You told me to hold on to somethin… Funny how life works You told me to never give up on an… It’s funny how I can remember all… How I can remember the way I felt…
All types of writing has guideline… All poetry seems to have some sort… Vocabulary must be up to par, Each stanza having its specific or… The way I see it,
Nothing can take the place of a fr… Ink stains on fingertips, Side swept paper cuts, And long sleepless nights Remember that a poet is nothing wi…
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