Hoping For Us

This is not a poem So don’t judge it by your poetry standards This is my heart bleeding But not on pen and paper It bleeds on a keypad of a Mac book It hurts deeply, but my pretty face covers it Perfectly! Is it just the face? Could it be years of... Read More

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An Ode to Love

Love The rhythm to my soul The word that cracks me open Spilling every bit of happiness in me Love The only thing I crave to feel Every morning when I wake up And every night when I sleep Love The one that makes me subconscious Ignoring... Read More

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