Poems from grateful_gal
if i could breathe
the right words
let them slip
from my lips
i would take my time
to let you see my world...
from glass eyes.
if i could...
Inspired by Albert Camus' The Stranger
Are you scared
to think
that you will never understand
this life, little alone yourself
or your...
December has passed,
your ghost is now gone;
it no longer lingers
in the hallways of my mind.
You only enter through my doors
from time to...
peeking eyes
feigning sleep
gripping tight
too much to breathe
lost in thought
caught in possibilities
leading us to the move....
slipping...
Dedicated to my father
I live on this Old Farm,
a Farm that seems to have lost
all of its Value....
No cows graze Here,
there's no...