Poems from marcellaa
The slightest glimpse of his beautiful face,
The allusion of his angel like voice,
Could send me to such a magical place.
Being in his...
It’s a metaphor, see?
You put the killing thing
Right between your teeth,
But you don’t give it the power
To do its killing.
But you don’...
Why so sad?
They ask as I walk by.
Confusion spread across their face.
I can see it in their eyes.
They are judging me,
And they don't...
Looking out into the corner,
On this warm day,
I caught a glimpse of a sparkle.
A sparkle in this stranger’s eye.
Then a dominant dimple...
Looking into a reflection,
It’s possible to tell you my projection,
But not my impression.
Looking through my thoughts,
To explain myself...