Poems from cirela
flipping the pages of the last book you made me read makes me feel like i've been suffering dyslexia for some time nowso hauntingly...
my fingers stars tapping against the cold granite floorand i sit and waiti sitand i waitso patiently, it kills menot the waiting part,well...
A wild child full of grace
stuck in this dream of a haze
that we all call life
though most times I'd rather die
Regret, hatred and...
He was the anchor,
she was the sand,
and I was the sea.
she doesn't talk about how her dad leftimmediately after finding outabout her existenceshe doesn't talk abouthow her mom ignoredthe not so...