Poems from LillianMills
Growing up is getting old
with heartache and storms
Going through these years
in most ways i've become cold
Once numb to sensations
my...
i miss what i'm missing out on
i miss what i can't have
i miss my life
i miss people that can't be brought back
i miss their words
i...
Sometimes I look to the future
and I see the me I hope to be.
Lately as I peek I see you
because I want you to be so much,
and I know you...
Some things in life aren't fair
like wealth, status, and company
I find myself lately feeling bare
as if none of it matters
as if all this...
Inspiration stems from one's own heart
their own passions reflected
in another kind of art
because we selfish creatures like to be known...