Poems from JaneR6ae
Some days I feel like
My mouth is a harmonica
Playing the blues
Playing the blues
Some days I feel like
I'm sitting in detention
Or a...
My heart is a saxophone
Full of passion
Full of love
Full of strength
Once you slide the ligature
Around the mouthpiece and reed
The...
I grasp the silver thing in my palm so tight
Heavier than I expected, not light
My toes in the sand, I carefully place it my mouth
Not...
As I stared into the eyes of a female
I noticed that her eyelashes were long,
Only on one eye and in
The other
A bead of water was...
Pure sadness emits from my eyes
Disappointment is seen in my smile
Because,
It's always winter surrounding the mead hall formally known...