Poems from matamata12
I’m a poet..
Metaphors are supposed to be my best friend
And similes my family
With them I can paint a picture with a single line.
But...
I met an angel earlier in my lifeShe illuminated her own rays that gleamed beauty with every flickerShe had wings that were hand painted...
I'm afraid of waking up with amnesiaI don't want to forget a thing about youthe way you would rest your head on my chesthow your voice...
Its a sign of affection
An act of trust
Somehow its been abused and over used
As an action triggered by lust
Kiss after kiss
Do you even...
stab push lift pour
stab push lift pour
a ghost of memories past
a small boy no older than 12
he had curly black hair just like mine
he...