Poems from emiliaelizabeth
Bruises because of touchBruises because of contactThe latter hurt more
Conversation was never our strong pointWe spoke in iPhone notes on car ridesIn a crowd we spoke in hand holding and gazesI know I said I...
Your eyes are not like oceansNor is your laugh like the tinkling of bells
You are made of flesh and bloodNot some backwards metaphor...
Did my clothes grow a voice box and speak for me?Because my own voice couldn’t be heard over your insecurityThe only word I needed was...
When a letter on a sheet of paper outranks my craving to learnWe have a problemI remember in fourth grade kids with eager eyes wanting to...