poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I search for Lilac across my Days,The sweet Scent of Pink Blossoms and White flowers soaked in Honey,I go Hunting for it,the Sweetness intertwined in green vines,That leave trails across my Dreams, and sometimes if I’m Lucky, in Real Life too,Thats what I hold onto,The Hope of Hunting,that maybe I’ll find the Sweet Nectar thats […]
still present in my Mind, still Present despite the Void I was Left with, with no Answers, my eyes trying to find Reasons, trying to Make sense of the Acid that was thrown on Me, you Looked Like Me, Hearts similar, or So I thought, the Roots, bound in a Suffering, Doused in a […]