Poems from poofyprincess94

There's one thing I love about The City. Not the crowds, Not the lights, Not sounds, But the rain. It starts out Soft, Barely a whisper....
The empty spaces between my fingers Yearn for their matching pair… Yours.   Fists clenched, mind set, eyes squeezed tight; I start to...
White hands Veined like lined paper Shivering, wavering, Catching the paper demons Engraved in the heart;                         The mind...
Oiled handprints smeared on walls Mark the places memories once stood I forever wander through emptied halls Trying to reach you, if only I...
Pale eyes Blank face Aching body sprawled on the floor Crop circles Formed from restless feet The pipe leads the way to the motherland  ...

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