A child running free,
sweet sounds of laughter...
Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...
As I am rinsing off my face
tears are floating down the drain...
"Every end has a new beginning"
Hope stood betwixt...
They, took a bite out of my cake,
leaving teeth marks...
Life has taught me that
nothing is tactile unless...
At the end of the day
it's me left with the pain...
I realize nothing's capatalized, but i like it...
Too long, too alone.
Oh! Like time is strange weather...
why does my bladder
urge me to relieve myself...
As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...
If rain could penetrate the skin
Would it trickle down to my heart...