Poems from rachel182
As the colors fade and slowly turn to grey,
I rise from the ashes, color blossoming from within me.
I hear a whisper behind me,
But I dare...
I like love in the most innocent of ways,
Like a warm hug,
And not to be swept under the rug.
I don’t like sex,
Or kissing,
Or making out...
Stay alive for the little things,
Like the sun on your cheek,
Or to see your life peak.
Stay alive for the little things,
To see your...
She took a look at the cold body,
Broken,
Bruised,
Beaten,
Left for dead,
With very little warmth left in her.
A small touch sent heat...