Won't you celebrate my breasts
and all the complexities pervading...
Words swirling around
and around in a tin cup...
Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...
I tried to capture the sunset
in those unpredictable eyes...
I wrote a song upon a tree
that whispered in the night...
To think of the perfect thing to say right now
would consist of dictionary diving...
Misophonia: the hatred of sounds
I live my life surrounded by every day sounds of...
You
bitter, insecure...
Hollowed hearts cave our every emotion
Ink smears thoughts that are rendered in our mind...
You hoard precious moments
and fill your cheeks with feelings...
You said, "you break my heart when you write...
Mine cracked a little, mutating from its matter of...
I used to be masked with innocence
but I stumbled at the mercy...