Poems from acarrillo32
Living in a world where some things just are way too loud, where a paper is screaming out so much....
I wish it was always nice things that objects scream though.
Under the willow tree,
you kissed me
we danced
we hugged
we picked the small leaves.
Under the porch roof,
you held me
we whispered
we...
Your scent just suffocates me,
bringing me down into a hole deep and dark.
Why would you do this?
Your warm body was once mine,
keeping...
I dream,
One day you would want me.
One day you would notice me.
One day you would forget work.
One day you would write me.
One day you...
Slipping soundless.
Holding breath.
Closing eyes.
Dripping tears.
Fading spirit.
Wrapping wrists.
Gasping lungs.
It is time to say good-...