Poems from BlackJSavannah
I am cling, the static that
holds the fabric softener to the
inside of your jeans.
Annoying and irritating,
if I am left there too long.
Ignite my heart,
engulf my ribcage,
in orange and blue flames,
make my eyes a saltless ocean,
my cheeks a valley in which rivers flow in,...
I find myself lying in this queen bed,
at 1:00am, with many thoughts, of you,
that make my limbs ache.
Oh how I was found,
but then I realized,
I had always been,
Lost.
I took the one less traveled by.Robert Frost when you said this,I became inspired and took the less traveled one.But then you didn't tell...