Some say a poem is supposed to rhyme
Though many don’t every time...
There is an answer.
I have something to live for...
Moving forward was a dream
closing all doors...
I say I want to place a period
behind your name, but everytime...
I needed to write this poem
with a pen...
Find me here,
behind my words...
It is cold outside
the air has changed overnight...
10/13/19 at 4:45 AM
Once darkness...
My mirror don't lie
it shows me my deepskin scars...
Drowning in the content of each hour, day and...
Wishing for a signal or even just a peak...
Why
when we grow fangs...
We hear what makes us deaf,
We see what makes us blind...