Poems from saderholdt1

  Nothing changed today A broken hearted song was still sung by the broken man on the broken corner A melody molded from miseries long...
  I'm still waiting on that verse to fall And crack open on my head Ill clean the gooey mess from my hair Then condense it into lead From...
  I am a writer I can create a metaphor for love Out of a branch and a bottle cap I can write fire into the sky, or even into ice And...
  I grew up in these buildings In long bland hallways of white In hospital cafeterias In bright fluorescent light And though others...
  The wall between us crumbled a little bit, I know, I watched the pieces fall And I was there to see those pieces land upon the sidewalk...

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