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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Drew

I drew ..
A puppet that could fly.
I drew..
A trumpet that would lie.
I drew..
A horse that will not run.
I drew..
It’s course just or fun.
I drew..
Myself with white long hair.
I drew..
A robber that will not dare.
I drew..
A pauper who refuses to beg.
I drew..
A butterfly without a leg.
I drew..
A sword that feared blood.
I drew..
An angry face..
That would never change it’s pace.
I drew hope..
That will never win.
I drew desire..
That will fight outliers.
I drew a friend..
Sitting beside me watching sunset.
I drew hands..
That never leaves me after dark.
I drew night..
Beaming with stars.
I drew faces..
Smiling at me from far.
But I never drew the frown..
Even when I failed to draw each one their crown.

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