Poems from annika
They tell us to tie up the stars with our earlobes,And say the only reason I'm not poetry is thatI try so hard to write prose;But the cons...
You tie up the stars with your earlobesAnd tell me the only reason I'm not poetry is thatI try so hard to beBut when my fingers find the...
sometimes when i get too
wrapped up in myself,
my ear ends up pressed against my knee cap
and i can hear the clockwork inside.
i told you...
The day that Conner caught me trying to take pictures of the sun,The previously salt-bleached name that was himBlushed crimson like a tree...
The night that I missed you too muchI listened to poetry in one ear and rock and roll in anotherAnd found...