Poems from smitk3602

My gaze is set forward on the quicksilver-brushed glass as I examine every mountain and valley of the lightly freckled porcelain skin...
I cannot shake this feeling Like an itch you cannot scratch, Sitting under darkened skies Ready to collapse. I look above to the vast And...
When it rains it pours they say, So go and find your zen; Even if for a moments time, Peace will reign again.
When it rains, it pours, They say, I've never known a grander truth. Skies turn gray and I Drown again In water, tears, and straight...
Time stays slow As I sprint towards gold, Thousand miles away, I just can't seem to run fast enough To having your company.

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