Poems from arianadov
After hours
Blinds shut, lights out
Doors closed; Somehow
You remain
Carved along my
Thinking space
I sit back and let the frequencies
of sadness fill me up,
And all the waves of hurt rattle my bones
And all the white noise playing
On...
I was rose-colored once
Tainted by a soft pink
That resonated from my cheeks
The brush strokes that created me
Rippled across my skin
I...