I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...
Its much of a want and less of a need
Thrice kissed my want nd my heart thus bleed...
I've been driving alongside waters,
along escorts of windmills, ever since...
I felt an unknown sound within my chest
I thought that maybe I just wasn't at my best...
Appreciate life
it will be taken away...
Me
I am weird...
Does anyone know what its like to be me?
to be black, Puerto Rican, and Italian and...
Chasing shadows in the sun
when we are not on the run...
Under your bed, hides a memory...
a distant thought covered in dust...
Every night she lies awake.
Motionless...
This shoe is so small
it can't hold her full spirit...
Damaged silky strands
rewoven day after day...