Poems about Health
I am an oxymoron.
Mother, you seem so blue; I cannot imagine why. What pain do you suffer through; the way they treat you so?
Running. Its not something
To the boy that haunts me,I apologize.And I know if youwere here,breathing and still intact,
The prayer of the day; quivers to restore, my flesh destined to bolt through the steel door.
Have you ever wondered why recently married couples hardly get sick?
We cry adieu, the red-haired vulturecrys not a tear, for all is spentits heart is rent, all hidden treasure
Dear Future Me, I hope you got things figured out/ Maybe got that big 6 figure house/ But have you really grown/
If you appeared daily in the majority of my life why does it feel as if I’ve lived ten without you?
Circling 'round and 'round again Circling 'round to see you again Thought I'd been away so long