Poems from lyndsey123
You
Me
And a time machine
Makes three
We can leave
This place
And see
All there is to see
And feel
All there is to feel
In the
Past...
Your touch ripples throughout my body,
like ringlets on the water of an icy lake.
In the same way that caramel drips off a silvery spoon...
The colors in my brain make more sense to me than the words that occupy the spaces in between them.
They form the story of evil and...
Two Types of “Love”
Marcus
He says that because he loves me,
he will keep me hidden from the world.
What he really means is he will...