Poems from 15cfisk
i came back to my poems last night
i came back to hold this summer's feelings up to the light
just to find that it's the same cloth, cut 8...
aching for more than just
quartz dimming to rust
longing for a punctuation mark
at the end of the longest
longest
sentence.
relax against...
i should rest flowers at her feet
press kisses to her fingers
whatever it takes to make her feel golden, adored
what lies between us is...
in the fourth month i was still wishing it would work
rusty pennies in the hand of a tender heart must be worth more than a cent
maybe...
maybe it feels like
looking down at the rope that holds you
and realizing it's only made of thread.
if she loved me,
why would she choose...