What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
