Sometimes I’m no good
at writing poems.
I tend to lie
about what seems to rhyme.
Sometimes I am just terrible
and can’t find the words… 83 more words
leaves are spilling from the trees
trees are filling now with glitter
tis the season to glamourize
the dark, impoverished places
retreat from sales and cyber days… 44 more words
A belated post, from a lifetime ago.
One. Their eyes will always shine differently when they see you, there still are shards of glass left in those irises from the day the car crashed and you decided to give up on them, you never got over watching him implode. 433 more words