Learn more about other poetry terms
Love is a trap. Love gets a bad rap. But why not? You do what you don’t ought. Just like me, you’ll see. I met someone by accident. I quickly thought it was meant to be. That we were destined.
Love and pain, Horror and change. A good book that tells a story, Or maybe something filled with glory.
I have never been able to say the words out loud. But I definetly know without a doubt, my uncle is gone He left in what seemed like the blink of an eye. A suprise visit the week before Turkey day
After years of starving myself to be thin, Rewarding myself when I ate far too little, And forcing myself to vomit if I ate “too much”, Obsessively counting calories,
Is it looking into your past? Is it comparing your past with your present? Looking into your past is not the issue. Looking is living your past again.
“Why don’t people know about this.” I think As my body soars away from my seat I feel as thought I’m filling the space like water once shaped to the pipes
Wants and needs Aimless seeds Planted, but only One would grow. Only One would bloom. The distance, The isolation, The earthly man On the moon. Coded in the lights Like Moriss