All my hopes, Are now scared to fly, For they don’t know, Where to go, To find a little light, To bring back home. image from pexels...

My heart is tired, Of holding on the words, It wants to speak, To you, In the dark of the night, To only you, Under the stars, To just...

There’s something about sad poems, That no one can read. There’s something about sad songs, That no one can listen. There’s something...

For I don’t know now, Whom to trust, The ones who have always been here, Or the ones who are promising to stay when everyone leaves....