Poems from writetousdude
Through blue curtains that drapeover the window, the sun slowly greetsand kisses my cheek. Her warmth,reminiscent of my mother,returns the...
brittleand fullof dust,
my soulis ancient—bones,buried deepbeneath.
waiting
to be discovered,and hereyou are,the archaeologist.
...
Most dreamers are evictedwhen one reaches adulthood,sometimes even at adolescence.
But not for me; for the dreamerstill lives on inside...