No matter what your past is, the Lord will forgive you and you must keep on going.

Bleh. Love.

N/A.

A poem for a relationship that is already over.

This poetry was written several month ago while I feel give up and worry much about the future.

Another stream of consciousness. The end of this poem is entirely ambiguous to fit with my current state of mind.

Dedicated to a pitiful look and the person who has begun to wear it too regularly.

What can you do, push me away? I don’t think so.

Always been told that no matter what I’ll never make it to where I wanna be.

The touch of another can make you glow.