Poems from Lizzieduke324
I imagine I'm the guitar
In the photograph of you I keep--
Unchanging-- while you're in Logan;
Though I can't recall the song
You played...
He walks past the metal
Bench—in Riverside Park—
Covered in fluttering crows,
And through the flour
That never seems to settle—
From the...
The leaves thaat used to crunch red
Have faded to powdery moth wings-
Decomposing against the edge of the sidewalk.
I whisk them up from...
It was July
She told me to bring my "strings"
I guess the hospital was getting boring.
She didn't remember her daughters
But she remembered...
Dont let the youth into your eyes,
pull it straight through.
Hide it somewhere they'll never find,
its only for you.
Dont get excited...