Poems from daniellebkeating

  I am a writer with no topic, But everything to be said.   I am in love with the scene of blank pages, But am terrified by their audacity...
  Why did you have to love me? I can promise you that it’s nothing against you. But, I turn away because I keep love close, maybe too close...
    Giving up has never seemed quite like the pages I would write for me, So let me stand on one hand again. I’ve never learned how to...