Poems from LHolmesLupin
Who are you?
Have we met?
Oh I guess I should've recognized you
From the lying
And looked right past you
From the shallow
Exterior you...
There it is
The end of our story
With such a rocky end
Rough as a quarry
No more stitches left to mend
Just a final clash and a broken sob...
Emotion is a living thing
It flows and steeps in even the most seemingly vacant of people
It feeds off our energy and you wear it like a...
Sweet chirps do not come from the canary imprisoned
It sings not a song to be heard
Impotent is its need to turn its head
When a familiar...
On pale, thin sails I soar on vast seas
I scope the leather-bound horizon
And relish in the scripturient breeze
That carries me season...