We are all made up of the same colours,
Red, the love as it blooms and grows inside of us...

**I dedicate this poem to my grandmothers who both...
Vanished...

Numb
once more...

I'm a free flying owl,
are you a wise one...

You
saw your cue...

I hear him creeping around downstairs,
this is the perfect time to pounce...

I can move mountains with love,
do you have a love...

Hey tell us to stand up and fight for power,
but when we achieve what they are asking...

Gold smiles,
and kisses for miles...

Watching,
so intently...

Twirling,
smiling...

Why did you spit lies?
are you allergic to truths...