My dream-catcher caught a
glimpse of you last night...
I tried my hardest to bite the nails of this poem...
forehead, to lay on the lines of this paper...
Deep inside the tears I've cried
true emotion is found...
Be, be my side - just
strum my fingertips...
I softly whistle a sweet love tune
the beat gently, reminds me of you...
Words, one's defender
yet tends to blunder...
This is more of a song, not a regular poem.
Dreams are never meant to be...
I'm doubtful. I don't know what to write. I don't...
[What how when where why...
She held the puppy,
lulling her with tears...
There are moments where finding your escape...
or in a sound. There are places that free us from...
Woe trickles down the nape
of my neck and into sleeves...
A delicate rose
collecting dust...