Poems from carissas.creations
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete
Without a stop at a trickling fountain -
The object of a thousand dreams
And pennies...
Dreaming of the day
When I discover the way you walk
The way you smell
The way your voice sounds deep
When you speak and my ear is against...
I dream of you perhaps
Falling in love with the broken
Patterns of lines and words
That I deem "poetry"
For if you love what I can form
I...
So every person I am drawn to
For an unwavering spirit
And a heart of gold
Is taken or young or nonexistent
And though many stars point to...
I've seen grief in the form of quiet tears in the dark of night.
I've seen grief in the form of checkered pillows to muffle the screams.
I'...