Poems from zoellick
Warm hearts pressed against each other,beating, beating, beating.Staying swollen inside,with pride and some mellowloving.
They sway like...
uncomfortable hatred
casual dislike
heart on edge
whenever the word is whispered
i hear them say it
in that hushed tone
because it’s them...
legs made of stone,head full of cotton,and arms like jelly.
pen lies still,page stays blank,and heart hurts more.