Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2017
Honeycomb and needle
If the moon could talk she would talk like you
Beautiful and cold all at once
Antiquity worships Jupiter for placing shadows and light into the minds of marble men
I dip my finger into my existence
God on my tongue, but the apple core is stuck in my throat
Being tastes like nothing
Ophelia
Written by
Ophelia  20/F
(20/F)   
185
   Olivia
Please log in to view and add comments on poems