Poems from PaperCities
I'll leave you the love I held
for you
under
our empty bed,
next to the rear-view mirror that once
held a picture of our smiles.
I'll...
Ink spots litter my fingers; I see the beauty of words,
Words,
In jumbled messes, scattered all over what, once, used to be a blank sheet....
When I was younger, I had the idea that reality was like a soft sheet,
If you were scared, you could cower back into the comfort of what...
Tired, lonely, pale,
forgotten souls,
drifting for none to see.
I watched many leave,
but none like you,
who juggled my heart.