She burned her bridges
And cried softly as the ash melted into the waves...
Somewhere in the midst of time,
where princes roam and castles thrive...
Tiptoeing by your bedside
at three am...
She escaped to her room
In hopes that she would find...
With one more poem tucked away
inside her pocket, she finds another...
Usually I don't mind life's suffocation, in fact I...
to not have to breathe or think momentarily. Now...
Giggling
Joking...
If you look inside their haunted eyes,
you will see the detachment beginning to...
A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes...
And the Roman soldiers laughed
When they saw their prisoners stumble...
I tried to write about you today
But as I put pen to paper...
This is wrong.
What am I doing...