Writing

sometimes you wonder why you are the way you are.

and you're not sure if it's just you being dramatic,

but you know that sometimes you feel like you’re

I was a kitten

Alone in the woods

With no one to help me

I was a dog

Running at the beach

With no one to watch me

I was a human

Kind and caring

I saw a dog

When I was younger I used to ask my mom what her favorite color was and she said she didn’t have one.

This confused me,

How could one go through life without a favorite color?

Listen to my tale of woe

from the olden days

Sir Jack, he was a nobleman

who worked in all the trades.

The Queens, they all adored him

for he never missed croquet

the Kings called him for gin and rum

For years when I would look at your face, I saw my future, my life, my whole world in your eyes, but today I for once just saw your face. The same lips that I had once longed to kiss, the same eyes that I would get lost in, yet I felt nothing.

There's a climate rally 

okay let's go 

to that 

I'll make a sign 

But now we're making the sign 

with the markers