Poems from whoisyasmeen

There is a notion that Crying is Romantic at night Alone into the bed sheets But the truth is It can hit at dawn Or in the afternoon In...
Guitar riffs, bass lines Drum beats, vocal harmonies It fills you up And I keep listening in hopes my cup will never be full   When you...
I am lost. I am lost in the Spaces between words Rather than words themselves My voice too meek for anyone to hear Or understand.   I am...