Dreams catch feathers all by themselves

and me I like my coffee sweet


But nature never offered beans in the flavor of

Vanilla except in Orchids

The flowers of which have always reminded me of

My Own anatomy

What does it mean to cave inward

at the peak between my legs...

I'll never know what it means...

But my heart beats in unison with ******

like there is something to it and its a part of me

A part beyond kidney

a part like heart.

I have many tattoos
Not physically on my body
But on my heart
The tattoos are peoples names
They're the people I care about most
The people who are going to be tattooed on my heart for the rest of my days.

the birds and stars
lived underground
for i was lost
til you were found

I know nothing
which fits my truth
a truth I believe
but do not know

Train whistle late at night
Fills me with a melancholy fright
Living in a world that is not right
In the moonlight, past midnight
A late-night blight until the next daylight

Is this still being loved?

Breathe in, breathe out.
We’ll never know what lies ahead.
I am thinking of something that makes me wonder inside my head.

Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to say.
I’m thinking of actions that can’t make her dismay.

Is this still being loved that I feel?
Or is it, fear to be a villain by their name.

What should I do? What should I say?
I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay.

It's like I was in jail. It's like a prisoner by someone

I feel lonely and scared. When she had got all things that can make her feel strong. While me, I’ve got nothing except myself.

Is this still being love that I feel?
Or is it, fear that I might lose my reputation.

Is this still being love that I feel?
Or is it I’m afraid in a state of seclusion.