Pastel flower bloom
March April May
What did you do?
Honey bee sting
Love bug flu
Tie dyed blankets
I’m not over you
Green Grass blades
Cloud like zoo
Finger paint me
Like the sunsets do
Spring, Summer, lucid dreams
While I sing
Cause my demons bloomed like flowers, and I plucked them up for hours.
I’m tired of waiting for tomorrow.
Will tomorrow be a better day?
Who’s to say tomorrow won’t be as dark
If you like fanning the flames,
It's time to meet inferno.
the person that reflected back in the mirror
wasn’t the same person she used recognize
she turned into a stranger
when she spoke the voice that came out
the clothes that she wore didn’t rest right on
though she was unfamiliar with figure she saw
everyone around her could see the transformation she made.
questioning how she got this way.
but knowing that she could only grow from there.
my nightstand is full of unread books, lavender candles and leather journals.
i like to keep books beside my bed because i would like to read someone else's outlook on life instead of writing about my sorrows.
across from me,
a god so i thought he seemed.
ink and paper in front of my eyes,
i sketched him out.
and too my surprise
something so frigtening
on the white sheet.
I can’t run now
he’s watching me.