Poems from asgiles11
Light and Dark walked together one cold winter's night
under the shining face of the moon, full and bright.
On this night they could walk...
I've got spring fever
and you are the only cure,
but winter comes soon.
I wanted to write a poem about leaving,
the feeling of dragging feet
and twisting stomach fighting up your throat
as you walk towards your...
Spring rain makes puddles of my love
upon the grass.
We tumble and roll
and let go of any fucks given
about ideas of dry, huddled
in clumps...
Looking up
through the bones
of trees that stretch
into a purple sky that
darkens steadily as the sun lays its head to sleep.
The first...