Poems from dreamer_of_improbable_dreams
The morning's gentle sigh,
held me in my sorrow.
Cloaked in shame,
bathed in longing for love unborrowed.
Words fresh and foul.
Aching to...
Winter has whispered it's gentle song,
above and below,
like an ancient tongue.
The streets are frosted,
much like her eyes.
I can't find...
I left a ghost,
on the curb of a suburb at midnight.
We parted ways,
and I mumbled goodbye.
You can keep the flowers,
carry my words,
leave with tide.
And keep the winter silence,
you so willingly traded me for.
Calming innocence,
brought by the tide,
born from the sea’s foam.
Breathing.
Wandering.
Befriending the rain.
With half empty mugs,...