A weed pretending to be human

I feel more at home among the trees, As though my body yearns for grass against my skin And leaves around my soul. Like a weed pretending to be human- Growing in the wrong place- Prickly, green and funny shaped And looking for something to uproot me. So I'll keep pressing flowers between these pages,… Continue reading A weed pretending to be human


Move if you Must

It's not too late It's never too late- Never too late But never easy To please. Nevermind, I'll try to sleep, Nope Lost it again. Lost in your lips; your mind. Move if you must- I know I did, But never as angel do.