Happy Birthday, Momma.

How heavy the sorrow is Upon my chest When I think of you How deep the ache When I call you to mind Missing you Is like grasping for air In my burning lungs And coming up empty The memory Of your laugh, Of your smile, Of the way you used to look at me […]

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A Poem: Doubts and Suspicions

I highly doubt We would be as cerebral; As intelligent Without music I highly doubt People intend To hurt one another As often as they do I highly suspect Laughter Can heal And crying Can too I highly suspect The grass is only greener Where it is watered And maybe we are the grass And […]

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