Poems from Molly Farinholt
I think my problem is,
I don't want to have to fall in and out of love several times
Before I find the "right one."
I just want to find...
"What do you want to be?"
I hate that overrated question
With the inevitable answer.
Because, who knows?
I could explain to them what I...
I lived on people's shooulders during parades or tours or anything really important to see.
I was always (and still am) in the front row...
It is odd
If you think about it;
How words work.
Just a motion of the lips,
A simple sound,
Some squiggles in a note
Can mean so much
Or...
When the sky is clear and the sun is out
Your eyes are bright and bluer than blue.
And when the sky is dark and grey
So are your eyes
And...