As the the sweat rolls down my neck i reconsider
all the thoughts that have made me who i was...

It's funny how fragile flowers are
Yet we still play rough with them...

Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...

It's ironic that we make a wish on a burning star
Shooting through the sky in a self righteous...

Blood is thicker then water
but it's oil that keeps me going...

These tattered walls might fall anyday now,
they've been holding this weight for lifetimes...

My heart beats in lonely solitude
Waiting for your touch to ignite...

My poetry is nothing more then crumpled newspaper,
Words that are smudged beyond comprehension...

They say I'm not a girl but my heart loves the...
It aches and cries when your so far away...

Acid rains from these black coloured clouds,
As children hide in their shacks...

Blood stained flowers look prettier in the...
Even if the dead bodies they grow from are...

I no longer see the world in grayscale,
instead the vibrant colors pop and...