Poems from SkyeBlue17
A minuscule moment in a gargantuan globe,
Not significant at all,
But the day my baby passed away,
I swear I saw the heavens fall.
How the world is against feeling numb!
The towering trees demanding awe,
The twittering birds crying for attention,
The fascination one...
Lisa Frank is dead,
She's buried in the ground,
And with her lies our childhood,
Still, without a sound.
With every generation,
A passing...
I want to die,
I'm scared of death,
So sometimes I just hold my breath.
I close my eyes and count to ten,
I pussy out and breath again.
How strange
That hands so gentle could touch with such fury
And damage so intensely.
How strange
That hands so rough could touch the hearts...