Poems from aje1084

How come they don’t see it. The way I do, not the legs walking moving, The body slinking, shaking, The lips red as wine, parting, moving...
Wake up, To the sun shining through the slatted blinds, Casting those golden rays that turn your four walled coffin into the Crisp, warm...
Pink blankets and balloons, congratulations it’s a girl. Everywhere frills and lace laying beautifully and delicately. Barbies, dolls,...
If the mind were a box, it would be vast, yet dark. The lid would be closed but somehow the thoughts would enter And enter they would...