This is a poemFor my first loveIt is not a heNor a sheUnless you want it to beNot here in a physical formUntil you choose for it to beYou can hear itOr see itIf that’s your chosen formBut...

Why do I love you?Standing there in aweWeird looks from passers byWho's eyes are glued to the floorSee beauty is in the eye of the beholderbut that we already knowI love the way that concrete looksEspecially in the...

 Current State of MindJagged keys pressed between my knucklesNot for safety But to feel somethingHolding tighter with every slipof my mindI must stay presentCounting my steps from A - BConcentrationI must stay focusedhead downStaying unnoticedIf I see anyone I...