Tag: Poets

Mean To Me

It took losing you to know how much you mean to me And now it’s too late

Sad Eyes

Pour me a glass of brandy And tell me the story behind your sad eyes

Sundays

Sundays are made for coffee, a good book and laying in bed next to you

Price To Live

There was a time when I thought I could touch the moon and fly away on a shooting star And there was a time when I held pink pills in my palm listening to death’s sweet whispers Now I trade my “genius” for stability… Continue Reading “Price To Live”

A Poet’s Calling

What purpose is there for me in life if I can not write?

25

People talk about marriage, children and growing old They ask for my opinion And act surprised When I say I don’t think that far ahead How am I supposed to explain I didn’t think I’d still be alive at 25? Those highs and lows… Continue Reading “25”

A Colorado Cabin

I know one day We will be wine drunk In a Colorado cabin Laughing about how we broke each other’s hearts One summer long ago

Her Poetry

Pretty face Sad eyes Dark mind Don’t fall in love with a woman like her She will leave you And you’ll only hear from her By reading her poetry

Part of Me

There is a part of me That will always miss you No matter how much time has passed

Darkness

Darkness is my one true friend She never leaves me And lives within me