Rhea Smith (July 9th / San Francisco)
Biography of Rhea Smith
Rhea Smith Poems
Holy Hell. What Am I Saying?
Heartbeats, broken dreams falling apart at the seams it seems, it seems, the seams of our dreams, were never
When I think of what we had, I wish I had good nostalgia. I wish it weren’t all sad. Instead of this constant paranoia,
God, How I Despise Emotions.
My mind is sticking on a loop. stuck on repeat, the melody is your name.
In A Mushy Brain...
You're the reason I check my phone every night at half past three You're the reason
Reach out. Can someone pull me in? I'm never going to win, At this rate.
And Then You Realise, You Killed The Mom...
Do you ever want to relive a moment in your life? Not to go back and change the past But to just experience it one more time To soak in the beauty of the moment as it passed.
Drops of water streak in familiar paths Begging for happiness between the gaps Watching what I've lost and forgotten pass Won't let myself think the thoughts I want to ask
Eyes Cannot Lie
Whenever words fail you I hope to god your eyes don't 'cause your eyes speak the truth Betray innocence of youth
are we all liars? Impress. Impress. Impression.
In A New Perspective,
Hello Life. I extend my hand to you; But it's not that we haven't met before.
Can someone pull me in?
I'm never going to win,
At this rate.
Everyone tells me
It'll be okay
Like that's what I want to hear
Like that will end all my fear