Poems from SkylarB
Those were always my favorite,
those barfoot nights.
There is a certain time
in each summer day,
where anything can feel magical.
Just...
Some say that bitterness is what broke you,
and ripped your seams apart.
But whatever it was that consumed you,
longing is what lies...
Sure, a crooked picture frame
might bring you a nagging feeling.
Or you might feel like you have to
count something one more time.
Or else...
Your life shouldn't be a nightmare
that you are trying to wake up from.
It should be a dream
that you never want to end.
There is no mirror in this house.
No real way to see myself.
I walk through hallways of both joy and sorrow,
I hear endless whispers of...