Poems from ABholley
He has dirt on his jeans and a crack in his glasses...
And if you peer closely enough at the blemish resting on his cheek,
You will know...
He awoke one morning, and slipped into his ordinary pants...
Ruffled from the floor.
His simple shirt bore stripes fading from so much...
Perhaps I will never understand how he makes me feel,
Just as I will never understand the idea of dying.
The whole thing is scary,...
Between an ice cube and thawed time,
Nothing has ever felt so cold...
So weird.
Between heartache and tender emotions,
These people walk...
Charming princes and beautiful princesses glimmer in the atmosphere.
But I do not need to become a friend of theirs to become my own true...