Poems from claire.e
Morning dew trickled off my eyelashes
Like an afterthought of last night’s storm
I fell asleep drowning in my pillowcase
Trying to dry out...
No, no
I recognize you
I met you last year
I remember that night.
No, don't come closer
I remember you
You speak in cliches,
And i fell...
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long
My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good...
When should i tell you
That the young girl smiling at you across the table
Kissing you between popcorn kernels and movie scenes
Is made of...
They say home is where the heart is
So I built us a house of cliches
Cut out the electricity,
Because they say love is blind
Changed all...