Poems from missv
Maybe I rely too much,
and depend too much,
on your graduate degree, or masters degree,
because I always thought,
it would lead to me to...
The path of my life,
has never been tangled.
Tangled like a pair of earphones,
and tangled like my hair in the morning
or when it's left...
The delicate form of my temple are never as fragile nor weak,
The smile that features in my eyes,
do not reveal the misery my soul’s torn...
lonely is that friend that stays present when you’re isolated from your company.
lonely is that nightmare that scares you at night by...
She looks at he reflection,
and urges herself to take back what she consumed.
She damns what's in front of her,
and leaves the feast alone...