people laugh when they hear i write poetry little do they know their insecurity is my inspiration i think you're beautiful without hesitation yes I’m talking to you I know the frustration of not knowing who you are and having all these limitations but open your eyes you’ll see yourself in it and once you give in there is no limit of how far you’ll go I just want you to know that you’re special.  


SLS

what is poetry
supposed to be?
is it for you
or is it for me?
i know the right answer
the one that makes me feel free
but i forgot how to do it
how to be me

green eyes

dark views


an old train

spray painted and bruised


your beauty goes unappreciated


who is your muse?

i took it to the heart

i always do

at first i don't believe it

but later find it's true

i don't know if you mean it

though..
it wouldn't be anything new

because i often fail to see it

from your point of view

i know some day you'll leave me
but please don't make it easy
my lipstick on your tv
i wanted you to see me
i wanted you to see me
in everything you saw
but i left remains on purpose
so your feelings weren't raw

sometimes it feels like everything we are is all that i am and i know, i know, i know that's not enough for me i know it's not but life is too confusing i'd rather get shot it takes time to think like this but time is all i got along with feelings of regret from the times i once forgot

She was mad because when I scribbled
they called it art