Poems from Questioning_Faith
From the trees we hung
in the midsummer breeze
Unforgivable never to be freed
left with the scars where we were once kings
Killed...
Your hands like acid had blistered my skin
Every time you’d touch me your prints stained me again
Though it may hurt for a moment
I’ll...
If fire were romance and romance were red
If love were a bullet and the bullet were lead
Would fire be freeing
Would love leave me...
Recollection of a pink tea pot, bulb getting cleaned, bulb getting hot.
dim the brightness, produce the lifeless.
Not cooking in the...
Arrogant beauties coldly dismiss
Evil families grossly harass
Idle junkies kindle lament
Mandate nullifies ostensible paramount
Queer...