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Turning A Page
Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there. -
the hand
there is a hand squeezing my heart
tight slow like it knows every part of me
holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind
the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes
it does not let go
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Dress
sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath
a quiet hope wrapped in fabric
that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud
it’s the way light moves when i twirl
the way i feel seen without saying a word
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summer
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
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what’s next
she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper
light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try
but still somehow gets it right
clear glasses catching the light
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the stage
the lights hit first
hot and white and blinding
a wall of brightness straight into my eyes
so strong i can’t see their faces
just outlines
shadows beyond the edge of the stage
and somehow
Loves
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I don't
I don't
Open at your words
Your touch
I don't
Listen to
Anyone anymore.
I am completely in my head.
I know we don't have time for this mess.
I do it anyway.
I don't
Pay attention.
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I want to cry
I want to cry.
I want to cry
But I cannot.
Graduation
Graduation
They're leaving
It's finally happening and how will I survive
What if this what if that
Stress
Schoolwork
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Expectations
There are
So many things.
So many things
So many people
Want from me.
Is it too much to ask for a break?
Am I allowed to
Have a few seconds to myself or
Am I just a machine?
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Is it weird?
Is it weird if
I want to tell you I love you?
Is it weird that
I want to hold you
While I still can?
Is that weird?
Maybe it's
Just me being
Emotional
Or something.
Is it weird that
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I might
I think
I might miss this.
I might miss your smile
And the way it feels when you laugh
And
How we could talk about anything.
I might miss
Those precious few minutes spent together
Every morning
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Texts
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,