In many ways, they’ll miss the good old days Someday, someday Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay Sometimes, sometimes When we was young, oh man, did we have fun Always, always Promises, they break before they’re made Sometimes, sometimes Oh, my-ex says I’m lacking in depth I will do my […]
the beginning of a sad melody. The incense’s cherry glows, and is the only indicator that there’s light within the darkness. The music –a taunting lullaby in her ears– as she holds herself, and doesn’t fight the tears. So many years, she thinks, have I done this; telling myself Shhh. Everything will be okay. The […]
When I was younger I wrote poems for my mother. They weren’t anything fancy, nothing award winning or of literary sensation—just short, small, not-even-more-than-a-few-lines poems; the kind short enough to be haikus but just lacking that rhyming scheme. I was sitting on her custom designed Windows computer—customized to be an easy-to-use gadget for the blind […]
Sitting along in the coffee shop Not looking for love, only a place to rest my head down I looked around– and saw you in the coffee line, Brown hair, soft smile, bright green eyes That met mine, and then you smiled, and you mouthed “Hello”. It probably was only fifteen seconds, but that was […]
