Poems from AriRobinson1598
As the pen began painting strokes on the paper
The silence I've known for so long became deafening as I wrote the first letter
My scrambled...
The needle pricks my bodyInk flows from its pointCaressing my skin, creating memoriesCould be a reminderOr a messageThe telling of a...
I waited...and I waited
But I never got that phone callThe one that I have been waiting for all dayJust to hear your voiceTo hear the...