Poems from AH204511
Why do I love those who do not love me?
And those who love me, I can’t say the same?
Why did birth separate your soul from thee?
And my...
A room, a bed, a ceiling fan. A bloody wrist, a crying face, an expectation. A noose, a boy, a knocked over chair. A temporary problem, a...
Good morning, you are so bright.
I think I have seen you before but you seem so much more beautiful this time.
you make me feel warm, I...