When winter ends And this icy heart Of mine thaws When the snow Clears away Will I find you waiting Buried in ice Watching for The first breath Of spring?
How did you managed to Trap the night sky in your eyes? Dark as midnight Yet bright as the moon At first they were starry And when I blinked They became cloudy And then they rained Then the world Became as dark As your eyes
Thoughts come in many shades Painting your head with Blues, purples, and yellows Allow those thoughts To run out your pen Ink filling the dips of the page Swirling into elegant letters That my friend, Is how to be a writer
In a world Where only a few decades ago Race divided nations And gender decided Who we become And now still Beauty is held supreme And depression Is found to be weak Can one really ever hope That our species Will ever get along?