most of the time I don’t find that poemwhich I want to write.the words miss the…
we carry too many myths inside us quietly we become part of those stories.
write for me that luxury wordtwist it and shape it like the moon let it spill stars on the…
the page which you read yesterdayI borrowed it from time.
there’s a beauty in that noise which falls on the page as a poem.there’s a sadness in the…
he can’t see that pencilbut he knows I am writing in my mind.he can’t read that poembut he…
You never stopped me from being a page but you forgot to tell me that the sky can never…