Poems from chrisistheillest
In high school
I might have been considered
well what you’d call ‘cool’
but looking back now...
i’m thinking I was a tool
I thought I knew...
my eyes
my vision my sight
my sight slightly different
from your eyes
my eyes are my eyes are
a disguise to hide my
surprise when i see...
you got that summer time sadness
when the suns got you feeling
the opposite of ecstatic gladness
if you could snatch and bag this ...
you cannot overcome
what you don’t fear
quit fearing my dearest
one day you’ll be a careerist
and everyone will know
you the realist...
I turn the corner
lose control
she is not mine
I can feel it now
feel her
hugging my chest
happy birthday
scream in silence
don’t speed
it...