Music is music
One can not help their feet
as they move accordingly
One genre is not meant
for a single person alone

Music does not judge
it encourages many
no matter of their race or gender
define yourself in those lyrics
and don't let pop culture get in the way

Petals fly up high
Wilting with ginormous life
Pink falls meticulously
Brushing the dewy ground
Fresh tears warmed by
the everlasting sunlight
Giving a breath of fresh air
in hopes of regaining
movement and emotion
Spring has a beautiful ring
and a underlying allergic thing

Often in my daydreams, old friends come to mind
I pray under my breath, that life might treat you kind

I can't, I won't, I don't, write, speak, or call
Whatever that reason may be, my love is with you all

What a pleasure it will be, to see you again one day
And should you ever cross my path, I have a couch where you can stay.

All I want
      Is to feel your warmth again.

“good morning, love”
someone who never
has said such a thing to me.
“goodnight, i love you”
someone who has yet to
tell me they care.
“oh i love you so much”
someone who never
even learned what
these feelings are
“you look lovely”
someone who
has yet to learn
what compliments are.

“good morning, baby”
what i’ve said to my
dearest friend on
a cold morning
“goodnight, i love you”
what i’ve said to my
amazing friend
every night of the month
“you’re so pretty”
i’ve complimented everyone
whenever i could,
so i could see their smile.


what happened to the amazing world?
nice people?
caring people?
to those who have a heart,
to those who i hold closely,
to those who i love so dearly,

thank you

Time
play
nice