Breathing is like pen to paper—like a paper plane flying with writing hidden inside a single page— Who will get the last say? Who will find the message left behind? Maybe it will land in the water and become a boat holding all the hope … Continue reading Paper Planes
I am a mess. My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet. I feel the corners of my mouth move … Continue reading Messy
It’s raining and my mind Is a blur of blue and green And brown and black Sitting next to you, I watch the windows reflect The rain painting the panes, And take your hands to dance. I want to dance in the puddles Until the … Continue reading Rainy Days
I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they … Continue reading Are you Happy?