I know what it's like, you know.
I know how to lose people.
First your father.
Then your mother.
Your sister.
Your brother.
I know it's hard to have this happen.
Isn't it always?
It gets easier. It gets better.
And If it doesn't.
I promise we can run away together.
The Pain Returns At Odd Times
I lost my brother last year. What I like about your poetry best is that there is so much content in it. Your writing will be so awesome and untouchable and unstoppable in 20 years. I'll be dead, but your poetry will sing still.
Thanks. Sometimes I think my
Thanks. Sometimes I think my poetry isn't really poetry so I guess maybe I just categorize it all as free verse. Which is nice. Just allowing my feelings to flow.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~