Poems from Bottled Passions
The sound of a person breaking
You have to choose to hear
It’s quiet and it’s hidden
And it sounds a lot like fear.
Some say we’re made...
The thing about summer
Is the sky that turns so blue
That even the purest
Most iridescent gem
Cannot match the depth of color
And the...
It’s still so hard
To just wake up
Each and every day.
It’s hard to know
A simple life can
Make me feel this way.
I’ll put on a face
I’ll...
Is it really that hard to respect that I have my limits too?
I do not choose to live my life to please a man like you.
Feel free to...
Alone is one of the worst things to be
When all you feel
Is tired and empty.
You can cry
You can weep.
You can shut off the light
And beg...