Poems from yangeeshia
waiting for the day she dies
she silences her life
with the lies
“I’m not going to touch that knife.”
I saw them four in the room
Two of which I was not sure
She laughed at his joke
Once
Twice
And a third time
Making sure her fingers...
He asked me, “Would you like to dance?”
Hand in hand
Side by side
I wanted to be in sync with his footsteps
My breath got caught between...
His eyes peeked through his eyelashes
Each individually asking a question
To her
At her
Ended those question marks with
An exclamation...
When he said, "Write me your story,"
That girl only took one piece of paper
But he
He made sure to add an 's' at the end of her paper
...