Victim.

It's too late to save me now,But if I can prevent the nextThe nextRowThen my soul will some how make it out aliveIf that's allowedits too late for me nowBut it's not too late for you and you and her and himIf you can mend this part with this string I hand to you then … Continue reading Victim.

Incompleted poem

Each day Each day arrives Like a drum beat Falling. Each day counted, I'm a little bit further away from worry, I dont want to hurry, But I dont want to be closer, To a conclusion, If that would be ok? Each day.. Like an unknown bite of an apple. Which one is poisoned? ...

Bong.

I didnt fit into your 'realm', Your fantasy world, And I didnt even want to use or try a bong, Maybe I should have tried the spliff, Had a drink, Thinking now maybe we would have got along, Danced our dance, sang our song, But I didnt.

He.

An innocent mind The purest form Difficult to adjust A world of his own The carpet tingles beneath your feet And the sheets havent been changed since last week curtains open sunlight drips A memory enters Something clicks An innocent mind A delicate sort Who am I to distort? kindest of people Most honest of … Continue reading He.

Fragile

Everything so fragile Scared. You always looked at me Like I would get mad or something. Always asking for permission, About something in my kitchen, I trusted you, you silly thing...