That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

You are the best thing Because things like that do not co… You are my moon and sun Because you make my days real. You are my best friend,

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

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,

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

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.

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

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

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