Poems from AdaraJaded
I want to grow old with wrinkles
Lines on my face from smiling, and crying, and always being so very human
This is my reality and I will...
I sleep in nothing but a chain
A short, gold chain draped on my neck
It weighs on me, I feel it closing in
Choking me when I am weak
My...
I eat daffodils in the dirt
Wearing my fancy dress
Wondering if it will rain
I am happy that I do not know it
I think back on that day...
I run in the grass avoiding clover
the bees are there
the white and purple balls of petals
they do not want to hurt me yet
they do not...
London and New York
we look the same but live so far away
separated by the tears of long dead sailors
the seasons build years between us...