Poems from Paulacloyd97
She's loud.
I want to be accepted.
She smokes a lot of weed.
I get high because the world is so low in its standards, and excuse me if I...
The tintinnabulation of popping sparksbrought life to the fireplace,but, eventually, everything becomes engulfedby the pressure of the...
The skies opened, christeningNew growthWrapping around my shouldersBrought by incessant movement withinLabyrinths beneath the city.The...
You don’t get to trampleover melike some bodacious water buffaloin heat.It’s never that deeptry to keep up, sweetheartlingering around...
I’m gonna bejust fineafter nights of cryingandreassuring phone calls.I’m gonna be alrightgonnasurvive this rut I thought Iwas stuck in.I’m...