Writing has always been the best outlet for my emotions and creativity. Although many of the poems I have up are older, I hope to jump back on the bandwagon and really start penning again.
How many nights do I have to hope?
Silently, quietly, and all alone
How much hurt will penetrate this dark?
(Seeping through skin, desecrating my heart)
...
Twenty years from this day
When we've gone separate ways
When all is grown, all has changed
And time causes feelings to fade
...
Familiar drops
Drip from my eyes,
And skies are lit
Like lantern lights
...
i miss you
though it's only been seven hours,
if only to feel that substance again;
that intoxicates me,
...