You take from me ... all from me Life’s small happiness; suck me dry, Pull my oxygen, cut my cords. Leave me hiding; trying not to cry.
Poetry
The Fear
The fear of these words upon my lips, Aching … knowing; Forever denying, Oh … but at the slight of your fingertips.
Pull Me Back Down
Let me get lost ... Desperate and wasted.
Do You See Me?
Oh, how I hungered for this love, Lost repose, Deeper than one could have imagined;
I’m Going to be Like You Dad
That restless style which seems ill at ease, In this false and shallow world, Will bring me back down upon my knees To worship…not to wallow.
Kaisha Trzaska 