Poems from whoisyasmeen
There is a notion that
Crying is Romantic at night
Alone into the bed sheets
But the truth is
It can hit at dawn
Or in the afternoon
In...
Guitar riffs, bass lines
Drum beats, vocal harmonies
It fills you up
And I keep listening in hopes my cup will never be full
When you...
I am lost.
I am lost in the
Spaces between words
Rather than words themselves
My voice too meek for anyone to hear
Or understand.
I am...