Poems from CedarRose
I love Hamilton, Christian Hopkins, and my cat. I am not throwing away my shot. The world will know [my] name.
If every yellow blossom was an echo of your laughter
and every star that shines glinted brighter in your eye,
there'd be a flower for...
I'll own it if I have to:
I'm a liar to the core.
I'm a liar through and through,
but I don't want to anymore,
It's old,
what's more, it'...
There's dark and grey
every night and day,
if not living here,
then waiting near,
to pounce, to maul
slow me to a crawl.
I want to want...
Autumn mornings I wake before the sun,
scrape tired limbs from under the covers,
leaving bits of myself behind like raw pancake batter......
I have this feeling deep inside,
not quite like or appreciate.
I open my mouth to call it love,
but then I pause, I hesitate.
I test the...