Poetry · Writing

carrying a backpack filled with old lettuce;

the old you missed out on the new me

truly all bad things come in three

Poetry · Writing


i can’t keep loosing you

gone too soon

tryin’ to get through to you

anotha’ second we break through

i know i ain’t a saint

scared straight

soul mate

scared straight

can’t keep loosing you, i can’t keep loosing you

where the hell you going?

where you taking this trip

don’t move, don’t stay, too

wait, i can’t seem to hold on

to, gone too soon

just can’t keep loosing you