It's the pain that never goes away. I remember being a child Laying on a couch, weeping into my mother. It never felt like she really cared to touch me.
By Dev.4 years ago in Poets
There is just something about a cup of coffee. Down to the science, It's such a beautiful art. I love to close my eyes and think of the hands that grew it.
The Earth I can feel her ash dance across my skin We’re all suffocating. Breathing in our rash decisions Temporary healing with desensitize destruction
Becoming and losing coincide. It’s a choice really. Even though you don’t make it consciously. Sometimes it feels like a rug being pulled beneath your feet