If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
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
Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
