Poems from sam.collaso
You walk for weeks upon weeks
Same clothes, dirty skin, untamed hair
The ground is your bed, rocks your pillows, the leaves your sheets...
If your lips were a drugI'd be addicted-I'd keep coming back for more and moreUntil I couldn't stay away.
If I were to die, I'd have one...
Poetry, short shtories, novels
I write as a release, as a love
I write like it's my personal gospel
Because it's my reality I'm aiming to...
Mulan once sang of her reflection
And the words wrapped themselves around me
Like a ribbon tripping me at the shin
Not knowing who I could...