Poems from m98williams
Sometimes there comes upon me
The desire to spill words from my lips
An aching and a sad debating for myself
To be heard.
I want you to...
I am so tired of the hypocritical voices
Which pour out from my car's speakers.
So here I stand in the city's center. Hear me!
I have a...
When do we become grown-ups?
Is it when we can go down big waterslides alone
Or when we can do a thousand sit-ups?
Is it when we start...
The way that words flow over lips,
The questions the wind asks as he quips,
"How is it true that you believe
It's only by nature I was...
Eyelids that flutter like butterfly wings,
Brow bones shimmering with the song that they sing.
Darker eyelashes than the loneliest night,...