all the poems here are some favorites of mine that are also on my other name on here which is WIP |
Waking up to scents,
Of dead roses in the air...
Theres not enough blank
for you to spill your words...
Im sick of time
Waiting for healing to run its course...
*also titled [Un]Perfect
I saw you the other day...
I feel it in the air
slipping away from bedsheets warm...
I am sixteen
I confess, but to all honesty...
Hand written love notes from no one,
are smeared like rose petals...
I'm not a peice of meat, you want some meat go to the grocery store buy some fry it up. theres some meat |
My writing style is the love child of Emily D. and E.E.Cummings out of WEDLOCK |
How would you like it if a mitten turned you inside out ? You'd be all " HEY what the Hell mitten?!" |