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...