When was the last time you looked at the night sky, Turned your face towards the Heavens and prayed for forgiveness for sins you don't remember?
By Sara Fox2 years ago in Poets
This body wakes me up every day, Gives me strength and creates nourishment, provides shelter for my soul, and is a home that always has jazz music playing and abstract paintings on the walls.
I don't want to be one of your strongest warriors anymore. I mean, I know it's supposed to be an honor, That I should feel anointed,
Sometimes it's hard to choose love anyways. To still find beauty in the rose after its thorns have drawn your blood time and time again.
By Sara Fox3 years ago in Poets
An old rule says to set free what you love. Cage it not, but give it room to grow, as it is not for you to tame. It may bend or bust, they say,
They'll tell you not to date a poet, and I guess they have their reasons. See, poets are nice to fuck, But you don't carry us through seasons.
