Bleeding pen; Thoughts of you all night
As I lay there at the middle of the street with my shield ripped apart,
Tears fell from my eyes when I saw Defeat start reigning in my heart.
I have always been someone’s shortstop before he finds his one true love. That unknown detour deep in the woods. A road he thought might give him a taste of freedom — only to find his way back to his old path. I have always been that beggar on the streets who hopes that someone…
She is comet the universe forgot to ignite
The poem you wish you were able to write
How can you get rid of
worries that chokes your soul?
How can you mend a broken heart
and make it whole?
My midnight thoughts
Are owned by my past.