I know you see, that I fight and I fight.
I resist the urge, daily, to revert to type...
A broken flower, dying without water
A spoiled child, knows nothing about respect...
Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...
Looking up I see nothing but blue
A mysterious landscape painted for view...
Poetry is meant to be tasted, called beloved,
summoned when you have dotted lines on...
Camouflaged deeply in the midnight sky
between galaxies of the past; I became...
Its funny how something can change your life...
Its ironic how the last cigarette you smoke...
And in that silken sky I searched,
With sullen eyes, through every star...
Faded and hated, falling its free
Frequently stated- breath in let it be...
Quit telling me everything that's wrong with me
I am so sick of hearing you yell...
With one foot in front of the other, we must walk...
If you only really knew me
Maybe then you would see...