i always loved the moon
she holds no prejudice
she keeps my dreams, my lies, my regrets
she doesn't dare tell the sun
the daylight bleaches my soul
i fear i will become nothing
i am nothing
but i forget about the daylight for a few hours
for now it is just the moon and i
the moon always loved me
and i always loved the moon

this city wraps me in cellophane,
i can never breathe right.
its harsh winds and harsh words beat me.
i wake up to the sounds of grinding metal.
i can't escape, as our unrequited love will never end.
the city that hates me for loving it.
the city i hate to love.
this city will always be black and white,
not to be softened by the innocence of color.
it must remain strong.
i must remain strong.
i must clock in and clock out.
enslaved in a life i never wanted to live.
in a city i never imagined i'd love.
trapped in a cellophane life,
in a cellophane city.

poetry should flow freely from the ravine of your soul.

not to be kept by the guardian of your conscience.

true thoughts and innocence are muddled by a large vocabulary and overworked mind.

sit back and relax. allow your inner child to pick up the pen and write what you've felt all along.

without you, oxygen is poison

i crave your love more than anything in this world

every time I blew out the candles, I wished for you