sophia Mar 6
I want to live in the gaps between your teeth
and dance around your tongue
as you sing me the sweet, sweet song of love
I want to sleep on your fuzzy chest and wear
headphones connected to your heart
I want to live in your brain and control when you fart
sophia Mar 6
You're a good conversation
through an old kitchen phone
that wraps around my doorway
and rests on my shoulder
so long my neck starts to cramp
and I switch it over
sophia Sep 2017
Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?
sophia Aug 2017
fall in love
with the one who reminds you of your favorite candy
who paints your depressed
clouded mind all the colors of the sky

be immersed in the beauty
you can't seem to find on your own
laugh in melodies
that clog your ears of the voice inside
telling you to hide

fall in love
with the one who gives you a meaning
who covers your world in flowers
and helps you grow

the one who sews the wings of the most beautiful butterfly into your broken back
to let you see the universe
from up above

but alas,
the only person we can love enough  
the only person whom can give this all to us
is ourselves
sophia Aug 2017
The heart of the underground
The soul of the city

Miss Latina
Standing on the 6
With her back against the door
And a baby on her hip
Keyfood bag in the other
Praying for her brother

Old vet
Sleeping under the coldest vent
Begging for change
For a world he
Cannot change

Boys on the 4
Selling candy
Just to survive

That woman on the F
Who preaches the sermon
In hopes that
God himself
Would save us from this mess
sophia Aug 2017
my sheets know your secrets
my pillows, your thoughts
my blanket misses your warmth
and i,
i miss your touch
sophia Aug 2017
tears race down the side of my
freckled nose
which will get there first?
the point on my face
the sun has kissed
the most

drowning in fear
my skin
yearns for a minuscule buss of the sun
the warm wind on my cheeks
the sienna light of the sky

my head
residues upon a pillow
as if it’s been detached
and laid to rest
no longer apart of my nature

what if
the sun is our oxygen  
and we spend all
our nights
for a breathe of fresh air
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