Confessional

When you love someone you want the best for them. Whatever that may be. A poem about me getting lost, finding love, learning lessons, and freeing what isn't mine, with love. A poem within a poem within a dream.

Kinesis

If we can't see it, we can feel it. If we see it, it changes us. We don't change it but it changes us.

RESIDUE

The shore rises And as our dreams do Hopes are washed away inside us Awards instead of gifts as prizes Pills wrapped in silk disguises With this wave a bit of residue Likely he'll never get your point of view I'm sorry if I ever troubled you Give love a chance the universe advices We... Continue Reading →

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