Poems from introspectivebeat
I hope you hear my voice in your sleep.
I hope it wakes you,
reaching for a ghost in your bed.
I hope you see my face in every storm...
I hope you hear my voice in your sleep.
I hope it wakes you,
reaching for a ghost in your bed.
I hope you see my face in every storm...
I didn’t use to cry on Halloween.
After all, it’s my favorite time of year.
This year I’ll spend it alone for the first time.
I don’t...
it feels so easy to let the world slip away.
old friends pass like water
through shriveled fingertips
on aching, time-shorn hands.
the...
that night felt like a memory.
one locked in the deepest corners of a mind
left to years of dust and deep-seated heartache.
it was a...