Poems from ashes321
I used to pray every night
For my mother to get well
For my father to fix his bad habits
For my brother to not fail
But nothing ever...
Religion
A scattered piece of information
A figment of someone’s imagination
Is it even real?
Everyone always says to me
Not to jump off...
There was a girl with golden hair
Who used to sit in front of me
As I took the train home
And she would sing, “What about Angels”
And now...
The taste of your name
Lingering on my tongue
Such a bitter taste for a word
Like the reminiscence of blood
On my lips that you touched
So...
Sometimes Late at night
I think about you on my train ride home
A long night at work
Leaning over the bar
Just to get more money
Men are...