Poems from JaymeTheArtist
I used to write poetry,
but it writes me.
It's not that good anymore.
I am no Shakespeare, I am no Coverdale,
but I promise you, this poem will not fail.
It will not go far, not even to your eyes.
But, it...
You shall shine, if only for a night.
Your lover will fade away into a blood sky.
He will kiss the earth goodbye.
You are the queen of the...
He is the flame,
so tender,
so warm.
His smile radiates heat,
keeping me from death’s cold carressing fingertips.
His eyes are as bright...
The dark blue sky
that is a summer’s night,
my bare feet skim the grass.
I extend my tips towards a bundle of flourishing leaves.
I creep...