Poems from chvsingthesun
The light from the morning peeks through the shades
Highlighting his frizzy, dirty blond hair.
He rests his head upon my shoulder.
We stand...
Poetry is not only art
But it shows how far you've come.
When I read old poems
I see how much I've grown
As a poet and a person.
I may not...
Red light
I wanna know
What do you have in store for me?
Green light
I wanna know
When will you tell me to go?
I need you in my life
Not...
When darkness falls and night rolls in,
the sun says goodnight and the parties begin.
When morning comes and lifts the sun,
it feels like...
He asked for my consent once
Which apparently meant he could go as far as he wanted
From that moment on.
I didn't necessarily tell him to...