don't let the past
**** with your future
don't let the memories
ruin your adventures
and don't let the reflection
cloud up your vision

I have so many words inside my mind
racing around my consciousness

I thought, I wanted, to be a poet
I didn't think I would feel so bottomless

I can't stop thinking about rhymes and signs
and what words seem to have the most feeling
"Do the words I hear inside my brain actually have any meaning?”

I thought, it would be, a way to express myself
A way to keep my heart beating

But the more that I write, the more words I find
circling through my head

They keep me up at night, not a soul in sight
Can I please just go to bed

There it is
Can’t you see it?
It’s shadow sits
The moon to see
A house so grand
None can reveal
The glorious splendor
Not one can steal
It’s pristine white
I lived here once
Then I took flight
Cowardice love
But who’s to say
That through my forsaking
I can’t love it more
Yet still I am aching
Don’t know if they’ll greet me
I’m scared of the door
Is love still behind it?
Will it find me once more?
It was here where I lost it
I fell down to red
Sweet like white chocolate
Yet lifeless and dead
Can this house revive me?
Do I still have a soul?
Just ring on the doorbell
One ring then you’ll know