Poems from Imperfectwriter
My sister.
My friend.
She showed me this new trend.
Of eating more healthy,
More natural,
More green.
She taught me that to my body,
I...
My love ran deep,
Deep through my veins.
Despite your bitter speech,
And abusive mind games,
Yes, I still tried to make you happy,
I tried...
The words " I love you "
"I" sounds so selfish.
And "Love" is over used.
"You" always depends on who you're talking to.
Is it real?
Is...
All these branches,
All these leaves,
They're changing colours,
Like women's weaves.
They're changing.
They're rearranging.
They're bearing...
There's no muse to my writing,
Because there's no fuse I'm igniting,
No battery to draw on,
There are no lyrics to my sad song.
My mind...