Poems from saderholdt1
I want to make a
toast.
AHEM...
I held out a hand to help my friend
Believing she could be found again
But when the waves receded
There was nothing there to save
We...
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Her mind was not broken when she was born.
She was once a rose
But, have you ever seen such aversion to a flower?
What’s in a name?...
My hands bleed from slivers of glass
The pieces stick me as I try to pick them up
It is a habit I have, to try and put the pieces...
The child of my heart
Isn’t like the others.
She is reckless and naïve,
She can hardly be trusted.
The child of my mind
Stands up...