Everyone makes mistakes, and in that we are all alike, and that is alright.
dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows