Autumn was my first love.October, I follow you -from the magic lights of New Yorkto moonshines in Georgia,until the colors dissolve.The anxious poetry of autumn made a memory of me.Here’s to things I take for granted:September blues,chasing airplanes,country road thunderstorms.Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.October, I follow you;I thought I saw you on the shorewhere the river runs through gold on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -or perhaps Pittsburgh(it was the lights I guess).Here’s to the things we leave behind:sunbeams in November,letters addressed to no one,poems, wounds, dead birds.I’ve got that summ
New HeartLurking deep in the night,Moon casts a shadow bright.Shines on the owl in flight,Radiates peace tonight.Remains till a new day,With love here to soon stay.This joy not to decay,Melody starts to play.Pretty until the end,All of these rules to bend.His love to each one send,And a hope to here lend.Creates a work of art,That begins from the start.Each color does a part,To design this new heart.
A Forgotten MemoryShe was one of manyNot the only one to be exactShe put a smile on her faceBut nobody knew it was all an actHer body was filled with bruises and scarsShe couldn't tell anyone becauseShe knew they'd hurt her moreShe'd cry herself to sleep at nightHoping no one would ever see her sightUntil one dayA person found outHer parents did too andThey'd scream and shoutThe person who found out told her'Hold on, stay strong'But that just caused herTo think more negative thoughtsShe hated everything about herselfHer body, her complexion, her hairBut her parents still didn't give any careOne day, she had enoughEverything was just gett