Poems from alia.haig
Waiting to hear a sound,Waiting to hear a voice,Wishing that he was around,Not that she had much choice.No voice left to sing his song,She...
(read like to the beat of a metronome or a ticking clock)
Water drips,
puckered lips.
Tapping sounds,
making rounds.
Hitting bars,...
You see a sheet of paper,
dip your pen and make a line.
That line becomes a shape,
give it a face and all is fine.
Some eyes to see, and...