Poems – Inspiration Cabin

After The Darkness Comes The Light

there were a lot of nights i thought of how nice it would be to stop my lungs

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, When the funds

Forget their face, and then their voice; and finally, their name.

If I were the sun and you were the sky I’d never set.

Life is a vintage railway station with large, decorative windows.

I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me; I’d like to be the help

When you worry more for someone else and less for yourself

i want to apologize to all the women i have called pretty

try to remember when things aren’t going right

Beg no one to stay When they decide