Poems from abbylc98

Berries andSky andFaded jeans andOceans andChina teacups andForget-me-nots.Morpho butterflies in the pit of myStomach andHis eyes...
His kiss was of goldStaining her lips with the markOf innocence lost. His fingertips leftGilded prints, painted on herLovely face with care...
Come on, go.Go. Don’t you knowthis can’t really harm you- I'm hereand you’re perfectly fit for things like this.No time to reminisceabout...
She took her tea with sugar this timeand waited for him to call.The gate made creakings on its hingesbut he made no sound at all.
I am a kiss I am the rain the knot in my stomach when I step on stage the words I pen with my own hand and the rings on the table left...