Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]


Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]

Judgement at who you, Cannot accept Is who that you are, Which you will not Admit.

When I feel The pain That always Comes You do not Understand Who I become.

Take me away You try But will you keep me, Once I die?

Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.

With the recurrence Of the letters That mean no My openness To trying Goes and Goes.

How a question in a jar, That envelopes stars Has given way, To scars.

Happening in the open, Of empty chance Is the conversations, Of millions Heard by one alone, In the happenstance.

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“Believe me I’m smiling” She had said But oh, What was going on In her head.