Poems from mirwood

I shout into the cold, crisp night. My words echo in the emptiness that is my soul. “Why me?” Why do I have to be different? Why must my...
Sweatpants and hoodies and rainy inside days, Sunshine and shorts and swimming outside days, Reading a book that is filled with love,...
A year; To you, It has been a year. A year ago it happened. When the words were yelled, When the words were hushed. You stood there,...
Tears are rolling down and hitting the page, Of the letter I am writing to you. I pour out my sadness and all the rage, Of the day when...
The house is the same. But the house is different. It smells like you. It has the same walls. The same sink. The same bathroom. The same...