I’m beginning to realize
That a life on this world...

I don’t know
What came over me...

Let me go,
Set me free...

Let me out,
Set me free...

*i wrote this poem for a short story that i was...
For many years...

“Tell me what's wrong, little sister.
Let me into your darkest secrets...

What did I do
To make you leave...

The makeup on my face
The hair pulled back on my neck...

Memories.
The blood I’ve bled...

The trees are ghosts
Sulking too and fro...

Do you remember those days
When we would laugh and smile...

Dear mom,
Its mothers day once again...