Poems from HVWallis96
You pick up these people
From the broken side of the blvd.
They are collections of shattered glass- maybe she was once a beautiful vase...
just when things are looking up,
something always falls apart.
you get trampled under their arguing
and it tears me up...
Language
Language.
We use her.
We change her; steal her identity.
Take away her liberties. Strip her of her freedoms.We twist her...
We will live Our life together
and find dreams in the back of the closet,
written on old receipts and tattered napkins.
And...
i want my head to be the sheet that
covers your bare shoulder when the nightmare wakes you.
i want my lips to be your alarm clock and...