I followed the lines
on my palm
and they never
seem
to make up
their mind
as time
passes
by

My heart
left my ribcage empty
sick of self doubt
and feeble bones
it went exploring beyond
its comfort zone
leaving me
with just memories
filling a void of
what was once
love

love yourself then love others.
     because above all others
          there is you.
               if you don't even believe in yourself,
                           you have to defeat, beat, decieve the
                                           evil demons that beat inside of you

                                                   until then
                                            you finally can be
                                                       even.

Hearts beat
To the weight of a drum
With a steady beat
Against our palms
You're all I see
In the light of the day
Our pulse thumping
All in one

my love for you will never die
like the everlasting beat of the stereo.

It all sounds good.
Riding with the windows down and your music loud all throughout the hood.
Neglecting your homework,
putting hours in at work,
because you think that you should.
Emulating a sound that you know is
not yours,
because it sounds good.
You think it’s because you should.
You should follow your own voice,
rhythm, and beat.
Be free in spirit, and feel
the beat from ground
through your feet.
You can’t be her.
You can’t be him.
You can only be you.
Just, be you.