My poems tell a story. . . |
She lives within me.Never speaking or...
She bounces her pure white ball. You want to hold...
I walk down the street we used to walk...
You said That you had to leave and you would come...
The night I saw you standing there was the night...
I watched you looking at the stars...
She sat on the porch, head tilted down.
The rain was cold on her exposed skin...
The freezing rain stung against her skin.
Hood pulled up, to hide the pain within...
When is lips met mine for the very first time.
I felt my heart freeze for a mere moment...
Sitting alone, I think out loud.
You're all the occupies my mind right now...
As I sit at home, you're on my mind again.
It's Saturday night and I find myself staring up...
When I least expected; I fell in love with a more than perfect boy. |
Sometimes I lie awake, staring out the window. |
I just need to get away. |