Poems from SarahBPounds

See them, see you.
A lot of New YorkWas spent on sidewalksCloser to strangers than I am to my own kin,Languages rolling like the smells in the airSnow...
bouquets.
Girls are a bit likeFlowers.Some you don’t noticeUntil you are with them,And then you are struck by their brightColor, simple pretty-ness,...
The Confessional.
I am the cul-de-sac and the grass on the other side,a pale yellow room, with wild things in framesand the door kept shut.  I am brown hair...
it's spring, now.
I missed that: Being able to pull somebody close, simply becauseI was cold, I was lonely, I was needing something theyprovided- a warmth....
Tied Together