Tatiana Havens : Writing

Breathless

Breathless

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


I can’t wait till I’m able to trace my fingers gently from the nape of your neck down your back slowly to the front of your body traci..
If I Could...

If I Could...

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


If I could..I would write about every happy momentevery time where a smile grazed my face.I would write about us.Because no matter how much I f*****g ..
"Perfect"

"Perfect"

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


Everything "perfect"isn't really perfect at all..That "perfect" bookhas a typo and splattered ink on page 47.That "perfect" coffeewas only made once, ..
Simple beauty.

Simple beauty.

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


Poetry is simply beautiful.It can express infinite amounts of emotion;but at the same time, hold back so much information.Some are inspired by it;whil..
Where do poems come from?

Where do poems come from?

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


Every writer can write about a cold rainy day & how rain drops are ever so sound & peaceful rumbling down an ancient, cracked, bruised window..
Falling in love.

Falling in love.

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


Falling in lovewith someonewhom you know you shouldn't.Is like reading a bookfor the second time.You know the characters,the setting,what happens in b..
The old book store.

The old book store.

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


I went to an old book storeto pick out a novel.One with bent pages &highlighted sentencesthat give you further details about the ones who left it ..
Too much; too little

Too much; too little

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


It seem that we both had the wrong idea.I loved you too much;you loved me too little.
Wrong

Wrong

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


I thought I knew you,turns our I was wrong.I thought you knew me,I was wrong about that also.
An old mans spirit

An old mans spirit

A Poem by Tatiana Havens


This man;with a hunched back,no sight &old stretched tattooscovering old stretched skin.This man;with no voicebut the one inside his headtelling h..