Poems from FolkOfSeptember
Begging for a word or a lie,
imploring at the tip of your tongue,
scratching your throat so dry,
It's weathering away.
A type of...
My eyes have seen this before.
A temptress near to haunt me,
a stranger so familiar,
a woman full of sin and unrighteousness.
What was...
Candied caramazlied apples,
unyielding and unbreakable
The creaking sound of those country pine floors
the gentle smell of orchards and...
Goodnight to the brightest in the night,
a dream in disguise,
a plead for reality to never make his return
lingering with every...
Kept me up to date
Hair as warm as hers, as scarlet as hers,
your ivory glow illuminating,
a burning light in these dense four walls.
I...