Poems from ClaudiaP
White.
White walls,
White floors,
White ceilings.
A splash of red.
My anger.
My regret.
My longing to forget.
Black.
Black ink.
Black...
I look upon your face
And think, "why you?''
Out of all the lovely maidens that have passed through,
Why did I stop and look at you?
You...
I am thankful for my hands
The way they use a pen to write words as smooth as butter.
To write my fears,
My tears,
And my better years.
I...