Poems from Locke1
There was once a time,
Where I was happy and oblivious,
But that changed when my eye color did,
They couldn’t explain my new eyes,
Then...
It was a fleeting romance,
My main memory is her lips,
The salt water heavy on my own,
It should have prepared me,
For the damage her...
Dear Ghost,
You still catch my eye, even now.
I despise the idea of looking at you.
Why did it have to happen that way?
Who took your...
The only sounds are the clicking of keys and the hum of the heater.
I am hot. I am cold. I don’t know whether to bury myself under the...
She danced through their minds. Sometimes they noticed, other times it was just a whisper at the back of their thoughts.
Some became...