The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,
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.
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
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
