Poems from MattlynDroll
Hear me speakBy: Mattlyn Droll
Quiet is the tongue cut looseWhen women mean less than the gooseSo somber she thinks to herselfAs she lays...
Ode to my rings
You sit upon my fingerShining like the sunIn early morningOr maybe after aStormPeakingProudly and outstandinglyThrough...
Mattlyn Renew To...
Black digits above the door,
Like a guard above the exit.
Why do you take so long to change?
I can’t wait to get out.
This staring is...