Poems from awatr
She loved numbers the way I loved her hair, messy and unkempt.
~awatr
Her eyes reminded me of the old embers in the fireplace,
unkempt by my absent father.
~awatr
The clouds wept for they knew my pain.
~awatr
I hid under a mask of submissive apologies.
~awatr
I spent every waking minute thinking of you.
And when I shut my eyes at 3am?
There you were again.
~awatr