Poems from naceve
Moods are like Merry-go-roundsWhere horses move up or downI ride, cycle through, unknowinglyWaiting to guess which way I’ll moveTrapped...
I want to be your blunt
I want you to roll me up
Place your mouth
Soft lips on my paper
Use your tongue to keep me together
Let me feel you...
I don’t feel passionate anymore
As if it’s all been sucked out of me
And I’m dry
As if the water that used to flow
Evaporated
And what’s...
Insecurity
Wont leave my mind
Words appear
Like paragraphs on train tracks
Rushing by
Creating imagery
Of past memories
Anxiety
My heart...