Poems from JESexton
I felt the raven’s eyes on me,
staring,
burning a hole
in my soul,
in my heart.
There’s a void that can’t be filled,
by mere words.
When...
Love to me is like waking up on a Saturday morning,stretching my limbs and feeling free.Love to me is talking to you,about everything.Love...
The notches on the wall,
Are in my skin.
I’ve carved your name,
On my heart.
There’s no going back,
One you’ve claimed something
Made it...
What is Love?
Is it felt?
Smelled?
Breathed?
Or does it just
exist?
Is Love a person,
a thing,
or an idea?
Where does it live?
In me,
or...
Bromance is different from
Romance.
It’s really obvious why.
There’s the absence
of kisses
and roses
and hearts.
And Romance is everything...