A musician at heart. Poetry is the way I vent.
No one will hear your native tongue if you do not speak in a foreign one.
When you're at gunpoint with yourself, You are hostage to your own mind, And you will end up as a red watercolor spilling out into the bay, as if rain washed you all away.
If you try and you die, you're a villain, but if you lie and die, you're a hero?
if a single star represented a friend in the sky that is my #life, would the sky remain dark, Or would there be light?
We live in a world eats boy world.
