(2014)
Very true!
Positive.
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Mr Moonlight
10aVery true!
David
10aPositive.