Tag emotional truth

Maybe Baby

I write a lot of poetry most of it is awful Compulsive need to keep at it Writing often feels like I am vomiting my guts out Purging demons,

Mack Truck Blues

i feel uglyand unprofessionalBut too proud to careProud of this manic floodlook around and seeBroken pieces comin togetherLike a jigsawUse to be, a Big shotThey

Cruel

it's so cruelthat i never got to see your eyesafter we killed each other inside it's so cruelthat i never got to hear your voicewhen there was no more words to