do not make promises you cannot keep
especially promises you make to yourself

fireflies
alive in my mind
burning bright and buzzing
like a neon sign

riding in the car at night
in the backseat
like when i was a child
at twenty-three
i'm still a child.

in a flash
i see them pass
fireflies
alive in my mind.

And when it rains
it pours
in that little mind of yours.
So you take your thoughts
and hang them out to dry
in the form of a poem.

i am the result of my past
we are all the result of a past
it builds and grows and builds
a new layer everyday
you don't have to love each layer
but learn from it
it made you
it built you
and you are strong

i just want to kiss you
and hold you
and listen to your heart
i can hear how much you love me
when i press my ear to your chest.

i wish
it weren't
so easy
to make
me cry.

poems about rain are cliché
but i like to write them anyway
i live in a place where rain
is an unusual occurrence
so i fill the void with words.

i live for the warm rain of summer
monsoon season
the only reason for summer
and the first rain of fall
sweet and cool and clean

poems about rain are cliché
but i like to write them anyway.