Young little pup
that's what I was...
Oh throbbing pain,
whispers abandoned...
She crooned a chorus within a nervous mind
of scrambling breakfast worries, along with...
Upon a hazy sky, during a night springs chill
yearning to feed the hungry...
Hope
hope is waking up every day...
We've all met them
once in are life...
We live our lives in the most wasteful of ways
Baggage from our past packed for future days...
I am the dot that ends all my written worries,
doubts and insecurities, in the palm of my diary...
There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...
I remember a quote
People used to say...
The loneliness corrupts the mind
accepting anything that comes at you...
Mama tell me the story of the heroes
Tell me the story of those people who died for our...