2015-01-04 05:18
Every love poem I've ever written...
I want to be happy, joyful
peaceful. want to live a life...
I walk these halls, nothing more than a puppet,
waiting for my strings to be pulled...
The fire in her heart
was getting closer...
You can call me names
to lower my self esteem...
I want to trust you,
I truly do...
Pinned against a garden fence
by the anger in your fists...
We've been blessed,
You and I...
Sallow lights,
foggy skies...
Derides his verve;
A lurking lassitude...
I look in the mirror, looking for something, not...
I am looking and looking but nothing sticks out to...
A flurry of golden hay,
Falls to the ground...