Don't tell lies,
Not possible to live this life,
I am not a Saint,
I lie,
Sometimes lies are necessary to prevent a hurt,
To make someone feel better,
To ease pain.
1/2/2020

The majority of nights,
I spend on my bed,
and in my head.
Sleep then becomes
a luxury I can't afford,
even though I've worked all year.

Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?

in the gentle breeze,
tree branches sway gracefully
mum sings lullaby.
1/2/2020

Question-How do you write?
Answer- I write,
What I have seen
What I have been
What I feel
What I deal
What I realize
What I visualize
What I love
What I observe
What I live
to live....

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.