I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
whether I try to identify as a girl or a boy in any way the only thing consistent for me to identify with seems to be lonely
I cut my hair all off it was really fun! Also though people be thinking I'm trans, not a bad thing, but I'm not. Gender is wack and I don't care about it really.
what if the sky went pink and the birds stopped their chirping if the world stopped its turning what if i took your hand and pulled you closer if i held you forever what if i kissed you then? just before the sun slept before the crickets sang and important things began to happen? what if what if we had that moment that one second of just us?