Poems from ashes321
last night
you came to me
your mouth spewing
endless lies and unforgivable apologies
last night
you came to me
with those daring three...
there's something about
having the right setting to write in.
maybe it's the pen
or sometimes the paper,
the December air that is...
This dream,
it's haunting me
a horrible picture where you die.
For whatever reason
I can't shake it from my mind
flashbacks, leading to...
i'm not sure that i understand
exactly what happened.
you promised me a home
but you left me abandoned.
was i not good enough?
did i do...
she was not a creator of words
but instead
it was as if a library thrived
within the threshold of her mind
each book; a different memory...