Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?

What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…

My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

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

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,