Poems from Nahyalee
I was in too much of a trance to call her name
I did not know innocence had feet until she came
Her movements were impeccable as if life...
I hang onto every word you say
I watch your lips as you utter out more than just nothingness
Your eyes move with such passion
I stare...
It’s not hard to sit in church and smile
It’s not hard to sit in a pew and focus for a while
We engulf ourselves in the sermon and laugh...
Why kiss death, only to continue to dance with her in the night?
Pain is universal, but we tend to keep her in our sight
Wars are never...
Life’s starting to look like a scratched album
Blurred images of familiar faces seem to have rehearsed lines
I’m tryna figure out where I...