The world is a gallery
Filled with masterpieces of broken hearts
We’re all artists
Painting with pain.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
Would flowers bloom
If they felt undeserving of the sun
How beautiful would their petals be
If they rejected the rain
What if seeds chose cloddy soil
And their roots refused to anchor
It is unnatural
For the function of a flower
To choose not to blossom
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
The secret to life:
Love is immortality
Make me eternal
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
A man with no creator
Will believe he’s God,
And create hell if you
Deny his worship.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
I get it. Truly, I do.
The healthy thing for me is not you,
But your hands and the shape of your mouth
The taste of your tongue.
How could you do this to me?
Making me choose between desire or denial?
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
You admired me.
Rubbed me between your fingers.
Counted my worth.
Kept me in your pocket
Saved some money on the side,
If I ever left you broke.
Does a greedy man ever really love money?
Or does he love what it can do for him.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
I’m longing to find myself
Searching through vacant homes
Abandoned houses
Made of wooden bones
Open up for me
I’ll settle in until I find my way
Let me leave so you can stay
I’m just a guest here then I’ll go
On my way to myself
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
My love for you is vast
Crippled, but a cast
Binds us from the dust
The injury is lust
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
I grieve when I love
With the whisper of those words
I break my own heart
Making a moment into a memory
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC