I write to relieve stress and to say things i can't voice, and i rarely write about things I haven't experianced, at least to some extent. |
If life were a maze, then you are my compass.
If life were a book, you are the eyes that I read...
Close your eyes, and barr out figments of your...
Let me show you exactly what you can find...
Have you noticed
Everyone wants exposure...
Shining eyes and stolen glances
small clues to your sacred secret...
Do you know how he hurts, how he sobbed in my...
I had to sit and watch as his heart was broken in...
Do you know how he hurts, how he sobbed in my...
I had to sit and watch as his heart was broken in...
Why do poets paint war as a hero's treat?
And how can its silence be so deafening...
One word flashing before my eyes
My mind's screaming for comfort...
As you walk, slow and awkward.
I see the roundness under your dress...
Shining eyes and stolen glances
small clues to your sacred secret...