Poems from Bottled Passions

The sound of a person breaking You have to choose to hear It’s quiet and it’s hidden And it sounds a lot like fear.   Some say we’re made...
The thing about summer Is the sky that turns so blue That even the purest Most iridescent gem Cannot match the depth of color   And the...
It’s still so hard To just wake up Each and every day. It’s hard to know A simple life can Make me feel this way. I’ll put on a face I’ll...
Is it really that hard to respect that I have my limits too? I do not choose to live my life to please a man like you. Feel free to...
Alone is one of the worst things to be When all you feel Is tired and empty. You can cry You can weep. You can shut off the light And beg...

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