In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Then he said, “I never said I was… Then I said, “I never asked you t… Then we kissed.
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
In the darkest night, A flower will grow.
