It’s the worst kind of sad It’s staring down at little feet in little white…
My favourite things
In the dream It was all of my favourite things But only in the worst…
Forlorn writings
I couldn’t love them if I tried And I have tried But they are the…
Girls who wear ashes of roses
She looks so delicate sitting there You don’t know she was up all night fighting…
Undarkness
This isn’t a poem of darkness Even I can’t fight my demons with one eye…
This is not a story about my father, I haven’t written that….yet(not sure if the yet is redundant)
Do you know what happens when your father dies? Well, you immediately fall apart and…