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deep down
everybody wants to be a fool.
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it's too much
i don't even know how to process it all
it time, though, i suppose everything must fade
i just hope it's not me
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why does emotional pain stick with us so long?
why is it so easy to remember what it felt like,
what it feels like now?
it stabs,
giving us a brus..
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it got scratched today,
quick
like a brush burn,
but i'm still trying to figure out howmuch it hurts.
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i'm pretty sure this one isn't finished.
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i stare at the red dot that talks to me.
"you are here,"it says.
but i'm kinda unsure
of where exactly that is.
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another attempt at a foreign language poem. probably butchered this romance language, too. curses abound.
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standing perfectly
in your white cotton sundress,
the sun reflecting off your longtumbling hair,
you smile.
your barefeet press lightly
down on t..
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my mind is racing with thoughts,
nearly full to capacity.
but it's the funniest thing:
i can't think of anything to write.
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i'm sitting here
speechless
and thinking of you
as the teapot whistle grows softer and softer
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