Poems from The_Storyteller
Love bites on his lower lip
Little reminders scrawled all over her hips
Light and gentle fingertips
Lively skin curves beneath his grip...
Dear my old friend,
I’m sorry I betrayed you; I forgot how to save you.
But I promise I’m still here, somewhere…somewhere…
I know it’s...
It was just a boy who made a mistake, and a girl who let him
There's not a thing wrong with it, and you try to call it sin?
The fact that...
Barbed wire 'n bullets raked through a mind
Of sheer brilliance and beauty that's just been so blind
Why, oh why, does this torture keep...
We'd just as easily hang each other with the chain around our necks
And continue to burn our brothers because they're the ones having sex...