Conversations
the conversation in your head begins like this
the conversation in your head begins like this
when I miss you
and I can’t do anything about it
There is an old man who sits in front of his porch with an old radio every night at 6:15 PM.
when a boy says i love you
say thank you and no thank you
i want my rising to coincide with the orchestra
Don’t dim the light you carry In your face Just because someone needs To squint in order to look into Your glowing eyes You are not like You are not close to You don’t resemble You are You are a star And you shine because you Know the truth That you are a combination of …
life teaches us innocently but blindly
that to be a Cinderella
before i turned back on my life
and decided to call it a quit today
you are the last one of your kind
my hands forgot how to write poems
something was the reason