Poems from CristiF

Smoke Kills
Call my name, I’ll struggle to hear your voice. Repeat after me:  “This is it, this is…” Ev’ry day, I pray this is not my choice. And if...
What Do You Want From Me?
Those who follow me wherever I go… Their faces like porcelain painted black, You say they’re not real, but they are…I know. Their hair is...