Biography of simply here
honestly...am not much of a poet..just a few jumbled thoughts
simply here Poems
'Depression Is Anger Without Enthusiasm'
I read this quote “Depression is anger without enthusiasm.” I don’t believe that for a second, I think depression is loneliness,
At Least Thats What I Tell Myself...
I tell myself you didn’t hurt me I tell myself I’m cool I even think I’m fine But I know none of its true.
I write about love But what do I know. Never felt it, never seen it I’ve got nothing to show.
Before I Knew You
Before I knew your smile I felt no need to make you happy. Before I knew your laugh There was no reason to be funny.
So tired of being the stronger one My shoulders are tired of being leaned on My arms and legs ache from holding the world My heart is sore from feeling everyone else’s pain,
Just The One
It only takes the one person to steal for you to believe everyone is a theif.
But I'Ll Never Admit It....
I not only hate moths, Im scared of ‘em But ill never admit it
If My Heart...
If my heart were a road It would be Empty, barren And closed…
I hate that I still think of you And that I want you around. I hate all the memories Because you kept my feet on the ground.
The Best Is Still Unwritten
My book isn’t over For you are not my last chapter. The pages turn everyday As I get farther and farther
I Like To Think
On the occasion, I like to think someone is in love with me. That, that awkward stage, hasn't been my LIFE. That happily ever after doesn't just apply to Disney movies, for there'd have to be a forever for that to exist On the occasion, I like to think there is more
Where My Heart Is
The truth is, my heart is nowhere near yours, me or anywhere comforting... Its in the most obscure corner of your mind and thoughts, the kind you'd forget. Like the rock in your shoe, that's so annoying but you're too busy to get
My Deck Of Cards
You’re my ace, My number one, And only Of the highest form.
My Heart Knows
My heart knows What it means to be happy, On not too many occasions But my heart is familiar.
I write about love
But what do I know.
Never felt it, never seen it
I’ve got nothing to show.
Only to write and dream
about what may or may not come true.
Sayin’ to myself
“who could fall for you? ”