I want to know what you’re writing
I want to know if it’s about me
I need to know if you’ve thought the way I do
I want to know how often and what it is
What it is you think about
What did I mean
How have I shaped you
I never felt like it mattered
I felt like it all was in my head
But you’ve fed me possibility
And now I need to know
Do you?
My thoughts are scattered pieces broken into curves and dots, and spikes too — touchy irritants. They wander in...
There used to be orges on the street They used to be wars of loud bang Of the songs...
A pale and colourless piece of art.I found in my cupboard,Made by someone close to my heart.It was a...
The faint lines on my palm Whirl in the slow dance of the moon “Shhhhhrrrrrrrr” I was going to...
It started as pinches, the type that made your neighbours run to the wall, to hear his words...
When I was in a state of despair,I made up my mind of desist everything.I was fully covered with...
The girl who used to motivate others… Is now the girl who herself need motivation…. The girl who stopped...
Going through the oldies Refolding the old stories The scars were gone long But left their marks behind on...
