Poems from Jeskalew
Poetry is so bad.
Written lyrics that are never meant to be sung.
Feelings and actions strewn across a page
For others to admire.
Is it...
Why can't we be ten
Strays in the streets,
Searching out adventure.
Why can't we be ten again?
I used to be in love
Now I'm not
He used to be so sweet
Now he isn't
We used to be so young
Now we're old
Eighteen is old
When your...
"Lost"
That word comes to me
When I'm all
Alone
And I keep calling
But no one is
Home
I keep wrestling
To keep down the
Fear
That love...
I'm alive for me,
Not you.
The things I see,
And the things I do,
Are only for me,
Not you.