home is seashells wading in the salty water/its the trembling hands that crave his touch/and the clouds that readily cover the sun/home is trees danci..
{part one of poems i will never finish}
-it's 9:16 and i feel like vomitting up all the love i have for him. but i know i need to keep it under lock ..
he used to come home late/after the sun went to sleep/before the lights began to flicker/he used to come home late/after mother closed her eyes/before..
-i would tell you that the moon is orange tonight and it shines brighter than the darkness in my mind, or that there are stars out tonight and that co..
-i wish i had known what i had before i let it slip through my fingers. and that sometimes love doesnt last even if five years later you still find yo..
this one is a late night poem that i wrote in around 15 mins. i think it still needs work, but it's 2 am and i have decided to post it. (also if you k..
-beauty isnt the size of your shirt or the way that your pants fit around your waist. beauty is not the number that appears every time you step on tha..
-she told me that the moon comes out during the day sometimes, and when it does it reminds her of the day she fell in love, so caught off guard by the..