Poems from ayeitscristel
Dear father,
I hope you’re doing fine.
Things have changed.
I’ve met so much people in my life that care so
Much about me.
I’ve come to...
My reflection stares at me,
What is beauty?
My phone, showing pictures upon pictures of girls with pretty faces,
The darkness below my eyes...
Music makes me feel free
Makes me see the things that are unseen
It’s like the arms of a father,
In a broken family
It acts like a bandaid...
A house would be great
A big house actually
Never really experienced living in a house.
It was always an apartment for me.
But, I had no...
Tied to a balloon,
So high in the sky
It flies with ambition,
The birds fly by.
The cuts on my arms,
The bruises on my knees
My balloon...