do you remember being kids on the trampoline? before breakfast , knotted hair slapping our faces trying to jump hard enough to make our PJ’s fall down bouncin’! bouncin’ ! screamin’ ! singin’ ! screeching songs to the morning air till I plunge right out of my PJ’s bare legs and barbie underwear flying from pink …
I was always afraid of short poems A missed bus An interrupted i love you You’d walk away unchanged
It’s funny how warm things make cold things better. I’m talking about coffee and rain, but people too. I’ve been crying all morning but now I’m looking at the shivering city with a mug in my hands and I’m feeling okay. Safe. The city is the one in pain now. We cried on the roof this …
you are afraid to be wild
Your eyes are numb, I am just the body keeping you awake.
let's hide behind masks and paint and never say what we are afraid of happy halloween
she waited for someone to shape her worth into words