Poems from EyeMaeCre8
The sweet gritty aroma of wood turned ash clings to you
Just as I cling to the thought of you
This fragrance, is tangled in my hair...
One of my biggest filters would be
my family
How so?
I’m the youngest of five
A farmer’s daughter
A quiet one
A responsible one
A...
Without a filter
I’d be more genuine
Without editing
My skin might not always shine
I’d be bold and without censure
My life, would be...
“Who am I?” is the question
Its terrifying and confusing
Its puzzling as if you should know
Its scary because of the uncertainty
Its...
Step back so you can see
Look over Life’s tapestry
Some of the edges are frayed
And some of the colors fade
While others seem to...