Growing up as a child
I still remember Mom so well...
I can’t take this feeling any more,
I’m sick of feeling like i’m the...
I feel like our friendship is drifting away
We barely talk when we use to talk everyday...
Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...
Mystical, maddingly crazy
other times...
Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...
Can we please skip all the nonsense
Stop beating around the bush...
I live for the nights,
When I cannot sleep...
Ingrid
She sits at her desk like a Flower in full bloom...
All I knew
you were a friend...
Its something i cant deny
You are the friend i needed...
A poetry rant from me to you,
I want you to know that it is only you...