Poems about Health
I have this horrible tendency to love people Whose ankles are half-sunken in quicksand
If wishes were fishes and the moon loved the wolf,maybe we could have enough love for us both.
“If there ever was a day to die, today would be that day.” I told this to my mother two days ago… The woman who brought me into
I am a mere accessory Clinging to your wrists like destiny to a man's will to survive
This reality is a joke. I have to do this on my own, its the only way I know.
Phantom hands grasp When never severed Reaching, Tearing, Pressing
Jewels lie upon me everywhere, uneasy life has deteriorated I seek answers
Poetry is a form of self-expression
Little Red Notebook Little red notebook resting in a corner
Close your eyes. And imagine.