it is all quiet on this vast plane.
Tag Archives: Rhyme
they’ve misunderstood my artistry.
With you, I can ignore their whispers.
you are so far away.
what is seen may not be the truth.
i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.
frustration chews at your soul.
a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
if you want love
love doesn’t come easy.