Oxygen

Poem about my mom.

Behind this children's story, there was a dark hidden message. Was he trying to warn us? Did he predict we would act and be like this?

I’m holding onto those memories we had, clinging

I’m bleeding out, it’s your hand on the gun. 

Two lover's dance

I want to hear the call of the wild.

I want to know that you are there, even if I can't see.

Butterfly tattoo on my wrist I could have saved you But I was too busy trying to save myself. 

Sad poem I wrote in 2018.

I am a bird, but I am restrained...

Not everything is shown on the outside.

The bright stars in the night sky know you well......