Always start with the piece that makes the most sense.

i tried, but you no longer want to.
with sunshine and smiles, i wish that you find warmth in all that you do;
a home you can always run to,
even if it's no longer with me —

i still wish you think of me.

when
God takes control
your hands
are
the
architect of the soul

Time is a construct.
When there is a certain time that comes.

It obstructs our perception.
We want to run away.
We want to find the exit.
And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece.

I'm in a world that is  breaking
my heart.

I'd write you another
bad poem
but

The sickness fades
glad feeling
invades

And I'm not caught
lyrically
reeling