Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

House of cards on the floor,
Pick them up before they dissapear.

Goodnight my darling may I have a kiss?
Not tonight I've vanished.

Sunset dies and lives again,
My innocent eyes have been damaged,
My mind has been shocked,
I might sink from the top.

Fear has taken me on a date,
Left me while I was powdering my nose..
Where did they go? they don't know.

I'm crying here like a child...whose mom won't comfort my fall.
I guess I'll just get up and love myself. 

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