"innocene" poems
I left at his door,
Some flowers and some innocene.
All feelings and all promises.
Dressed in memories ,
with a crown of smile.
İ Set in search of my missing piece
Of broken heart.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
we all do it at some point
our skies darken
our face fall
our sunsets end
we become adults
our parents become equals
our stress levels rise
our blues become grays
we lose what we once had
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
It's not summer yet
but I can feel it already
it's taste on the tip of my tongue
like steel and dried blood
the loss of our innocene
and our bitten down fingernails
hard blue sky and arid air
the stinging scent of Iris
singeing my throat
encaged in a hazy dome
of salt and wine
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC