I'm a pastry chef. I don't write poems anymore. I haven't written any in a long long time. |
It seems that I am the only one who can see
that this road is paved with shards of glass...
Clutching stained clothes
three months on the tag...
Once you've been in love
Nothing else can compare...
What can you do
To mend a broken heart...
Search your soul
Search the skies...
Let me take a moment
To praise your kiss...
At the ripe old age
Of sixteen...
Lonely Echo
Casey Johnson...
In a room where all kneel
I have knelt to pray...
My hair hangs over my face
Like the shadows of a tree...
If being in love |
Maybe someday, I'll be better than this. |
I write for me, not for you. So why should I care what other people think of my words? |