Poems from girlw_thecurls
Come softly now to the meadow
Come, in all your downy glory
Fragile and beautiful,
Gleaming eyes of Boreas watch as you dance
Round ‘n...
In the end we are nothing but bones-
it’s funny how death and time
ride a tandem bicycle
(time always steers-
as impatient as always-...
I have no anchor
to keep me on this ground
my feet
barely touch the ground
and my soul is struggling to leave
my God!
I need an anchor!...
You said
You promised
(Cross your heart
and hope to die)
That you would never tell
That I was the one who took the last cookie
that day...
We all begin as strangers
no matter the connection we feel
instantaneous
or slow burning
we start out as strangers
foreign to each other...