Poems about Health
Being Suicidal isn't holding a gun to your head.
Love is like a dove That soars up above When a storm rumbles It doesnt tremble it remains perched
She sit´s awake in her room as the night brings us to her.
How I wish to be free From your entanglement But your vines of thick blue yarn Grab at my wrists
LOVE IS... True to its word Insistent and firm Moving through life together
Hands held tight, Skin against skin, Their warmth was shared
Do something for me BreatheThen ask"Will it still matter in a year?"If the answer is noThen let it go
I am afraid to close my eyes Hearing the emptiness when I awake Feeling any heart pounding against my ribs
Sometimes words can be tossed, Their actual meanings lost.