Poems from Katalo10
15 year old sophomore at a Christian school who loves writing and basketball and wants to get my driving permit!
as the rain dances from the sky
descending, falling
from weighted clouds
they find indulgence
in newfound independence
exposure to the...
she gazed upward, motionlessly
expressionless, but with enough to see
the remnants of abuse
endured without ability to refuse
struck...
she exhales
a barely audible whisper
dissipating slowly
through the drifting currents
of the wind
and with that solitary
spoken word...
Though her lips say she doesn't,
her eyes say she still does
love him.
She looks at him like
she looks at
no one else.
It's cliché,
but...
each day I think about what you would say ifI told you'I miss you.'how you would react ifI grabbed your hands andlooked into your eyes ...