Poems from A_hindman
She had the face of an angel.
I saw mirrors in her eyes.
We were the same, she and I.
Both bound by potent lies.
Love is something nice.
Love is something sweet.
Love is a skill that's learned,
not picked up on the streets.
The one that teaches how to...
All I can do is
watch and
never say a
word even
when I want to,
the words just
shy away from
my lips... The
words that say,
You're worth...