There’s Nothing Poetic
And there was nothing poetic about wanting to kill myself
I was squeezing my vocabulary to pen a poem ’bout her. After a very long time my mind said, “Just go grab a canvas mate!”
The magic lies in between your thoughts, so listen carefully:
Magic is not to be fought.
Dear Ray Of Lightening Hope.Pass through me, and crack my soulTrapped in the human body, is a spirit of gold.
What’s your favorite flower?
In losing you, I lost myself each day