I never knew
If you gave me butterflies
Or just made my stomach hurt

Purple skies, sunset beyond the bulb.
At the tea shop, breeze by the bay.
So what are you waiting for, love?
Can't you see that I am here to stay?

and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free

My friend,today will soon end
It's  now or never,you'll  check the timing
A lonely tear falls down and dries on the cheek...
A friend reached out and tried to understand ..
if only the globe paused for your perfection,it would drawn in a tear lake.

Now or never!I'll  realise..
A contemplate of a teardrop,that's  all I see
It's all dry deep down your eyes,but signs still show,huh!
So many nights it dropped,trickling down,wet as the sand on the beach.A lonely heart imploded around a frown.
Tomorrow ,this will feel like yesterday's  newspaper!

Life will carry on,if you want to see your star shining,
then  check the night speed.You've  never seen the susnset..
It all felt like dawn,right?
Filled with tears,but now you'll  see it set,and that  won't be amere..I believe .
You can always find a way out!
Becca

A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't