We are here, we are free
Yet we can't be, a bird in a tree Free of worries, full of Glee At the world beneath thee For though we are free, We still can't be what we want to be
My very first published poem
Don't know something;
Google. Don't know someone; Facebook. Didn't see something, Youtube. Can't do something... MOM!
Moms are just so great and surprisingly know so much about things.
Google , stop saying you know everything.
But I'm pretty sure that even Google doesn't know everything...
You all have a little bit of
"I want to save the world", in you I just want you to know That it's okay if you only save one person And it's okay if that person Is you
You can't act like love is some trophy
to be won and earned through adversity. Love is shared between people the gifts of the m u t u a l
nothing is deeper. Better yourself nothing is better.
i don't want to leave.
this moment, here with you, feels too good. i think that might be how you know your in love. it's the moment home is not a place, but a person.
So you say that you know her,
Roll her sleeves up, Tell me why are Those scars there Look into her eyes, Tell me why are they so sad, You say you love her, Then why she cries at night, So next time don’t ever Dare to say You know her, You don’t, You just recognize her, And there is a difference No?
I'm a little impulsive
And guess what... I don't give a f *.
People making me mad today... What's new?
are we afraid of things that we do not even know? Like the future that has secrets to hold.