a lock down,
forces one to open up
forces one to show love.
downed by vulnerability
vulnerability put down when the lock gets lifted.
somehow, the year these past few months have been... there's good from it all.
I were the boy,
You talked to me about.
It ******* ***** catching feels.
it is not soothing,
to watch the burgundy clouds,
slide across the night summer sky?
lol. clouds are pretty.
the world would be a lot darker if you were to leave it.
please don't do it. i care about you :)
with the person,
behind the screen.
I don't know if the poems i write are the true me or rather they are the me i wish to (not) be...
will read these poems,
and fall in love,
who never existed.
The person you piece together from my poems, has died.
Windows part one of wo
I used to use poetry as a way to get emotions off my chest,
before it became one big popularity contest.
I think that sharing poetry is amazing but i feel so pressured for it to become "recognized," and well, in this age.. it just ******* *****.