Poems from cynamonchurro
Disclaimer: this poem comes from one of the deeper, rarer parts of me. It’s occasional I feel this way, but when I catch these feelings, I’...
It’s far more than that.
The way it has changed has hit me like a baseball bat.
I used to be able to walk by and recognize the tile.
And...
Tik-tok
The time goes by
Tik-tok
The sun goes down
Yet all I’m left with is the same frown
Mom just had surgery
Why is it all we’re...
I hate this type of cry.
All I do is try.
Every good deed-
Inevitably never comes back to me.
I suffocate in the person I long to be.
You...
For I am a bomb.
One day I will go off.
The act of me blowing up is inevitable.
But I will thrive and continue until I am no able.
For I...