Poems from HVWallis96

You pick up these people  From the broken side of the blvd.  They are collections of shattered glass- maybe she was once a beautiful vase...
just when things are looking up,                something always falls apart.   you get trampled under their arguing and it tears me up...
Language Language. We use her. We change her; steal her identity. Take away her liberties. Strip her of her freedoms.We twist her...
We will live Our life together and find dreams in the back of the closet,                written on old receipts and tattered napkins. And...
i want my head to be the sheet that covers your bare shoulder when the nightmare wakes you.   i want my lips to be your alarm clock and...

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