#devorce
You were a poem embedded in my heart,
During those first days of spring,
It was still midnight,
When the words came unto me,
Desiring stay,
In scripts and Hearts.
I fell in love with how you became,
You, so beautifully expressed,
Were, but a consummate perfection,
How odd it is that Poets,
Easily fall,
Out of Love with their scripts.
I tell you: with scintilla, I've stayed long nights,
Jotting words, but they end up Foul.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
It's like waiting for the executioner
Or your prison sentence
I hate waiting
Because all you can do is worry and fret
It's like waiting to hear the bad news you know is coming
Or for the men to show up and take you away
But all it is
Is my mom picking me up From my dads
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC