Poems from PreciousTheBrave
His lips barely an inch from mine: I can smell the citrus mint
on his lovely breath. His eyes casted down, peers into mine
like glass on a...
What no one knows, we hide behind doors.
We brace those doors with our triumphs,
our insecurities and its question no one
can answer, but...
Little discreet glances flashes the other's way...
Innocent smiles with thoughts beneath not so
innocent...
He cautiously extends out his...
From the tips of his brow to the raw soles of his feet,
salty pools of sweat dripped from his sun-burnt skin.
In a distant and faint...
They say we girls who have baby's at my age are dumb and miserable.
We are looked down from society, we are the unwanted cavities found
by...