This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...
One day I will be my own happy poem.
I will wake up with a soul...
I feel I'm growing older
as my dark hair starts to grey...
The “gothic” girl you sit next to in math
Has old scars running up and down her left arm...
Sonnet 08
Backwards, at the cradle a look I cast...
In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...
Moving forward was a dream
closing all doors...
Unaware
I paid a fortune just to know...
I say I want to place a period
behind your name, but everytime...
Angel of the east,
whose storm billows in my chest...
Jailbreak
I once built a wall...
Justice
The guilt is dead...