rosy

tonight i'm feeling rosy, i think it has something to do with him, i don't really want to have to think about him but, because he's made me feel something i haven't felt in a while, i'll let it pass. i wish i were a quilt, shielding them from their darkest thoughts, i wish i… Continue reading rosy

sweet, the skies blurry

sweet, the skies blurry baby, it's raining every time i open my eyes let me write this prose about you doesn't everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them? i remember the first poem i received, it was 9 pages long, filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow.   sweet, do you want me to write verse… Continue reading sweet, the skies blurry

when they left

when they left, he was left with the kind of sadness that only teenagers could understand. an intense loneliness that crept up on him on his commute home from work. he found there was no way past it, he could wrap himself up a fantasy, in an imagined world brighter and quieter than the greyness… Continue reading when they left