No body knows what I'm holdin' inside,
I try my hardest not to run and hide...
I am the night sky that can be heard
in a dark tunnel of a past that haunts...
This poem goes out to Amanda Todd, a 15 year old...
As the town around me sleeps.
I surround myself in lonely weeps...
Shall I leave the candle unlit and walk away?
If I wasn't taught of clemency dwelling...
The letter I probably should have written...
Our love was a string of haiku; and I...
Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...
As a child I was fascinated by your back,
I saw your freckles as docks and my crayons...
I wish that I could share these thoughts
that swirl around my head as drunken tears...
At home I always,
Feel alone...
If I were your canvas,
would you lie and...
Even in my childhood
days where kids would...