Poems from Bloomingcliche
[ This is a poem about someone who I became friends with and later realized I regretted on this bitter night i decribed. Friends arent...
I'll use the kindness,
I know, I might, have within
Although beauty isn't skin deep,
I can smell your bones rotting within
How bitter, how...
To hold the curtain,
to clench it with my hand
every stich meant to be missed
curtains on a window
curtains on a stage
curtains in a...