Poetry

After serious things are funny and funny things are sad I still want you to be mine whether things are…

hotel California on the background Mom’s cooking in the air Cool breeze to kiss my face my brother to mess…

I hope you don’t see me as clearly, as empty as I see you

These days everything is easily accessible…. except reality reality is not

Silence killed me more than swords could Sadness filled me more than words  would

There was a girl who lived who believed in tomorrow so much she forgot to live today, everyday she lived…

I now know what empty nights mean Blankets without you and me underneath