You asked me how my day wentI faintly smiled and whispered fineJust fine...You staredYour eyes full of questionI looked awayhoping you didnt figure ou..
Tell me im not dreamingreassure me that this is my lifemake me believe I was always smilingnever did I yearn to dieA dream you sayWas I dreaming this ..
this poem is dedicated to my little kitty lunar which i recently found :) ill put up a picture when i find my camera...lost somewhere in this room of ..
after the last light has been shutand after all eyes have gone to resti sit alone laughingfor tonight i find no reason to cryso i let myself give into..
a small crack has been formedjust big enough to noticewanting attention as it glowedthoughstubborneyes seemed not to careand were easily distracted lo..
a clear picture for the world to seeis presentedframed with sharp thornsafraid to be touchedhung with nails thatpiercethrough itsfragilnessevery lette..
what does it mean to be perfect?to have no such thing as a mistake...what does it mean to be pressured?to do something for everyones sake...what does ..