 |
memories light my heart to start againwarmth in my veins like medicinei open the door, gaze at my collectioncandles in every crevice and cornermy hous..
|
|
i want to work on myselfwhat kind of work do i need?am i a car stranded in the middle of nowhere,waiting until the mechanic comes, only to pass me bya..
|
 |
roses are red, like a kiss, a stamp, a heart that has bledor white, like doves, a dress, a jewel shining in the lightyou, my friends, are yellownot li..
|
 |
which will break?first my soul, then my voicei wait outside the door and hear laughterthe good kind, this timefor a second, i see my reflectionin all ..
|
 |
a little poem i wrote about shame and self-acceptance. if u have any thoughts or critiques pls let me know im dying to get my poems out there lol
|
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This