Poems from BluePineapple
I try really hard to not write angsty stuff, but that seems to be a theme for me. I love painting and guitar, but writing’s pretty fun too!
What can we do except reach out to the stars
And admire their unique beauty
You can’t know how far away stars are unless someone tells you...
Little left child,
Where did your father go?
Did he step on your little fingers
To reach the hands of someone more lovely
Less deserving
Of...
Gold means nothing to me,
Silver’s all the same.
Her heart’s worth more than rubies
Her love puts diamonds to shame.
You may wave flowers...
She was his antonym,
Bright and warm and carefree
And she was not meant to be with him
And because she knew so, so did he.
She had not...
My lips never touched yours,
I later realize that I wanted them to
I still taste the flat soda and goldfish I nervously sipped
My mouth...