Them

A shot by “them” heads straight to my heart

Punctured holes but still standing tall

My Fatal Flaw

Petals falling from a misunderstood flower,

Once beloved, now left to wither and rot,

I hear its silent screams and cries,

Was it too easy to bid goodbye?

Cover Me

The stars are starting to come up,

As the sun begins to set,

The moon and clouds, their hide and seek,

Makes me remember our texts.