Black Bird

A break of sunlight casting throughout the fire set aflame in my dark and weary heart |just some short poems I wrote myself| #20 IN POETRY 7/10/2017 | wow. 75k views is unreal. Thank you to everyone. I am so grateful. If you're looking for another poetry book to read, I recommend checking out 100 reasons why i still l...

The Leftovers

I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.