Poems from aowalla
A quarter on the street - tails up.
Good luck?
I forget which side belongs to her,
For I am always the last to receive her Fortune.
Free...
The rose told the peony,
I will love you for all eternity!
But the peony replied,
Mr. Bluebell's the apple of my eye!
And the bluebell...
"Roses for sale!"
He said with a smile,
But scoffs were only paid.
"For your sister?
Your brother?
Your mother,
Your lover?"
But love,...
We moved perpendicularly,
Bringing with us no exact intentions.
We wore binoculars at our eyes, aimed at the future
But we looked through...
One day,
I'll cross that new frontier
Of who you have now become,
And forget, for once,
That I remember your freckles' many
Constellations...