Poems from Ghostblade318
I love when our eyes collide,
and the time afterward when the awkwardness subsides,
I gaze into the blaze of your iris
Inside, where truth...
I'm in a cage,
I'm a slave to this page,
In my rage I dig inside
to find a rhyme to squeeze in between the naked wide-ruled lines.
And...
A Man and a Woman are like Peanut butter and Jelly
The Man, Peanut butter.
He starts off hard but when he gets whipped he becomes smooth...