Working Long Hours at the Writing Desk
Maybe, if I write enough beautiful poetryI won't wake up hating myself.All I have to do is keep giving those around me Reasons to praise me so that the voices…
Float
I am a small branch that broke from a larger piece After we fell into a flowing river. The other ones are able to ride on. They grip the rapids…
Lighthouse
Those mornings when it was still cold outAnd the sun was hiding behind the horizon, when I would Wait for you to enter and we would smile and wave and…
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