Poems from Avaline
Her touch is the wind,
fleeting, quiet
Her voice is poetry,
every single word settles
deep inside my heart
Her eyes are the night sky,...
It’s almost underrated,
the ability to find inspiration.
It’s something I’ve strived for, all my life.
For now, I find it in
the rain that...
It is
the iron on my shoulders, the lead that encases my spine
It
traps me, pinning me down
It
drags me into hopelessness
into darkness...
I don’t want to hear,
for the
T H O U S A N D T H
time
That I am somehow
WORTHLESS
W O R T H
L E S S
just because I fell in love with her...
I’m gay, and while you might be from another generation,
That doesn’t give you the right to tell me that I’m
Disgusting
Going to hell...