I Still Would’ve Picked Her

She's the first name i write , and the first i erase . I don't need a reminder , to think of her face . She's the blue to my sea , and the yellow to my stars . The light of my dreams , and the blood in my heart . But a poet [...]


How Much You Mean To Me

I write poems about beauty , Your name is on every line. And how your pretty little fingers , Were made to perfectly fit into mine. . I write songs about perfection , Your name echoes all through. And how this hellish life on earth , Seems so heavenly with you. . I try to form perfect rhymes, But [...]