Hold My Hand
Look into my eyes Dear,
Poems tagged: despair — Clear filter
3:47a.m
Wrapped up in my own oblivion, Scarce of this world,
End Of Hope
They say the shoe says it best But her hands hold tales to tell.
Early Sunset
Doors crammed and dusty louvers, Crowded souls threatened the ground's strength,
Sour Love
She slipped through the cracked door like a serpent, Careful as a sniper not to wake the sleeping old.
Goose Chase
Tired and forlorn, My gaze smirks at the moonlit sky,
Come Back Love
My love, My savaged beast,
Outcast Ephy
She struggles to open her eyes in the morning light Her face all swollen and rugged
All She Needs Is Love
We had a thing, And that thing was love,
Let Me Love Art Then
You see, She has been a slippery fin,