Poems from ThelmaThoughts
First time,
Blinded by the art of love but confused by the idea of lust
last time,
Seeing the heights of every connection
Building...
Unique, originality, different
Our people bound to these words like religion.
One by one these words part us like the sea.
Drowning us in...
Sitting in this Room,
Mouth clenched shout.
My thoughts keep talking.
I can taste the silence on the
tip of my tongue.
My thoughts keep...