~momma don't cry~
you have alot of pride...
Repulsion feeds my own compulsion,
and this cycle of hatred carries on...
When you look into my eyes
Can you see into my soul...
A dull ache settled in the pit of my stomach as my...
Nothing could have prepared me for this blow, I...
How do you know what its like to be me
do you cry my tears...
Tonight i stand below my sky,
my canvas a stormy blue...
I wish to write a poem,
Of all the things I love...
Secrets
Make deep breaths...
Fragments missing and incompleted
Memories...pieces of a puzzle...
Listening to Black
Beautiful one...
As the bell rings at 3 o'clock,
My soul wakes up & takes a step...
Sitting at a table, I saw ya looking at me
could tell you never saw the likes of this before...