Sin for me to believe. That’s the way. This is something worth wild to believe in. Make my view of you make sense.
By Cassie Smith4 years ago in Poets
In the earnest hours of my sorrow, I’ve been wondering. How is it that we’ve multiplied our divinity into nothingness.
A solution of some sort should help with this new endeavor. I never stop to think that maybe I’m going about this all
There is a lot of drama going on between rumors of my condescending ways and the unrealistic ventures that have caused grief within my mind
Don’t follow my brand It’ll lead you into the sunset too soon. A woman is full of notoriety when the dawn has come —
I’m anxious about you. Are you speaking to me in third person, what language is this? What beings do you belong to beautiful, this
I’m looking for an explanation to something. Like mama why my skin brown and yours is light Possibly I’ve seen too much
What’s bad about love? I mean how high can you get? I got this bottle in my hand but I’m dying for water Unable to cope, but
Fanboy wants to meet. I mean so-so has a duty, I forget. It’s been a lake and sometime since I’ve met the celebrity. I’m unsure of this path,
Senselessness troubles me into my weakness I’ve forfeited love unprovoked The silence is killing me, but I won’t surrender to the deafening
What if the door opened to Marfa Stans the sun, an eclipse so bright that multiples have formed a limbo. That's what they called it.
The appropriate behavior for an original being has been misplaced in the continuum for the rally of injustices. Walks to the window don't help anymore.