Poems from lizann
A moment of anxiety
this is where your tightrope snaps
So you have a choice
To grab onto the rope and swing
try to climb yourself with up...
funny how consistent you seem to be
in my mind as the sun starts to leave
behind a trail of the classic gold and pink
that you made...
Today you listened to that song
that I showed you 2 years ago on the couch as you fell asleep
in my arms slowly breathing as still as night...
they cam e back
this time they wanted my hands
so I couldnt lay fingerprints on anything anymore
no evidence of my evil
just poison from...
it happened again
everyone i trusted just blew up in my face
the grenade ripped flesh and I am bleeding more than metaphorically
get the...