Poems from blase
It's all good because she's here to make me warm.
I live to kill her arm,
dead from my dreary head.
Shake out the thoughts of dread.
My...
The tide swells and retracts.
I try to move forward, but something distracts.
There's a light, or a darkness, way down deep,
Beyond where...
You stood in a crowd of many.
You didn't know where to lay your eyes.
For a moment they rest upon me.
Mine dart away, but my heart flies.
This empty notebook taunts me,
All of the blank pages seem so lonely.
I want to fill these lines with haste,
But not a space will I waste...
I can't believe I could silence the lion-hearted.
The window always clears which the cold has thwarted.
I'll breathe upon the frosted...