Poems from indigoblu97
People like drama
they are hard to please
hard to entertain
hard to hold on to
slipping through your fingers like water
So far gone...
it is cold
the breathe she sighs
freezes
forming tiny clouds over her head;
an icy halo.
" so many letters..." she mutters,
"so many...
Catching the snowflakes as they fall
The taste of winter cold and clear
Staring at the frosty swirls etched upon the windows adoringly
The...
love is the coulour
of my mother's old sweater
a soft faded blue
Some girls want riches and fame
Boys with lots of gold and bling
But to me that money’s only a chain
I don’t want to be your next Mrs. on...