I am drowning and i want to scream. I am screaming and I want to cry. I am crying and I am drowning again. I am Peter and I am uncertain again Starting to fear again.
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I am drowning and i want to scream. I am screaming and I want to cry. I am crying and I am drowning again. I am Peter and I am uncertain again Starting to fear again.
Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside in, from the inside roaming in the clouds. When you look up an
I am standing still. The sky swoon Over my glaring soul. The moon in angst Over a lover who fell On my shoulders. Everything, pressing On me to move. Put the stars back In their place. Configure the c
i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they come with keys, and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.