Poems from Christalclear
To clutch at her fingers, would do little to hold
A heart irreparably scorned, a bitter black cold
A deaf ear, a blind eye, she turns to...
I know how much she holds
In the palm of her green hand
Why they seem to spite her
She will never understand
Her tired eyes watch as they...
Chapter One
I am a grown up. I am now an adult.
I walk to the beat of my own drum.
There are no real rules, no real consequences.
There are...
It’s 2am the dark, velvet night caresses meand I’ve got a tastefor you
The honey that is your eyespeer deep deep...