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
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so
Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.