Poems from cb1102
A rose would not
Smell as sweet if rot
Within it wrought
And poisoned the lot.
I want to strip you to your bones.
Suck from you the marrow which gives you life.
Press the lungs that fill you.
Burst the veins that...
The brushing of hands is not sweet and smooth; it is a rough reminder of skin and of the nature
of skin, the great barrier organ
To love...
His eyes catch me.
They are deep and set in the roughest of stone.
The bones of his cheeks are daggers screaming for release from their...
To love and peace in a world of blood and ruin
To a new life in a world of no opportunity
To truth among the hypocrisy
To smiles that hide...