Saturday, August 6, 2016


The ones who don't know my name say it's in my face, 
I always laugh and tell them no way,
But then I remember and give it away,
Full of reasons for why I can't stay,
I specialize in picking up strays, 
To see them well and see them off,
They come wounded and hurt my soul, 
But who am I to choose a better half, 
I come from a burnt palace where I played with ashes, 
Who am I to demand happiness,
I raised myself in a sea of longing swimming deeply with abandon,
Who am I to be treated fair,
They say I'm too far gone drowning in a pool of my own emotions where goodbye is always around the corner.