Gard25 : Writing

that pretty red dress

that pretty red dress

A Poem by Gard25


that pretty red dressstill hangs in my closetmaybe i should burn itthey'll still think i'm dishonestthe dress smells of sweatof tears and of feareach ..
age is just a number

age is just a number

A Poem by Gard25


age is just a numberhis voice rung in my earas my body quiveredparalyzed in feari was mature for my agehad a body unlike a childdid i not trust him he..
pure white roses

pure white roses

A Poem by Gard25


i once knew a girli've still not forgotten her nameshe looked just like a paintingher golden hair was her framefreckles dotted her cheekswith brown ey..
the leaves

the leaves

A Poem by Gard25


the leaves begin to falleach a darker shade of redthey wander by my windowrotting until deadlooking so prettyhanging from their treebut their hands le..
he and those eyes

he and those eyes

A Poem by Gard25


brown eyesfilled with laughter and pridehis only vulnerabilitythe only way to his mindthe way they squint when he's happylooking empty when he's upset..
the lamppost

the lamppost

A Poem by Gard25


across the streetburns a light i once knewthe way in flickers at dawnas the shy turns to bluescratches on the postsome of which mineletters we carvedt..
25 percent

25 percent

A Poem by Gard25


25 percentthe words leave his lipsi can feel my heart shuddera little piece ripsblood drains from my facefeels like it’s pooling at my feetit dr..