Poems from SpookySunday
It seems I only wrote of winter
And gloomy days of fall.
My words would sting like splinters,
And scratch me with their claws.
Now that I...
I wonder if you think of me
During the time in between
When I saw you then
And I see you again.
Do I linger in your consciousness
Like...
I think about you more than I should
And if I knew how to make it end,
I don’t know that I would
I hear your voice in the wind
You’re a...
The place where my mom's cold hands touched my forehead
And the place where cool misty breezes kissed my cheeks.
Take me back.
The place...
I constantly feel seasick
Because I'm inadvertently cautious,
Awaiting dangers that don't exist.
I go to bed early, feeling nauseous.
I'm...