Lynn Stillman

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Conditional

My pen hesitates.
Your love comes with conditions.
I'm not signing on.

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Trash

My love on the floor.
You sweep it away and with ease.
As if it were trash.

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Your Soul

You feel things deeply
So gently, I'll stroke your soul,
caress your heart.

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Sadness

Just where in the world,
does your pain and sadness go,
to find their solace?

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Road Signs

I am closed off
On the inside and outside
No road signs warning

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Tears

The rain masks your tears
They form deep lines on your face
Your face like a map.

Lynn Stillman Jul 7

Hatred

People won't tell you.
No words to express their hate.
Quietly you're shown.

Ell