thoughts burning my skull, leaving nothing but smoke.
[february]
everything i feel is nothing at all.
this world is too big and yet too small.
[may]
the evening air hugging her like all these clouds that used to be in her head.
[june]
for you are so close to the stars
and i'm down here
admiring them and you.
[august]
because praising you makes me feel something
and something is more than i've felt before.
i know i'm nothing more than just a summer breeze to you.
[september]
i want to be enough
for being the person i am
not for how talented i am, how smart i am, what i'll study or how i fit into society.
[january]
they feel like
the first warm breeze in spring
when the birds start to sing.
they were simply a form of art
[january]
can't let go.
the dreams i hold
so tightly
always slip away.
je ne sais pas qui je suis
[february]
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
