Poems from micdowen
I live because a piece of art can speak louder than any words.
I live because color is more beautiful than black and white.
I live because...
He wounded me.
He abandoned me.
He lied to me.
He said he loved me.
He avoided me.
He yelled at me.
He failed me.
He said he loved me...
I lean over your body for one last look,
Oblivious to the pain that your knife took.
This day is too cold for the month of May.
Your body...