Poems from Tuckerr
Hills roll
because they're running from something
Waves crash
Because they have been taught to be violent
Eyes blink
Because life is too...
Intricate colors, soft to the touch
Hair, only tangled in two places
Smear on minerals, doesn't mean much
Painting smiles on various faces...
My tongue is singed
Hasn't healed yet
I forgot how I cringed
Lost in your silhouette
Each of my finger tips
Shorter than the next
They've...
Seasonal criminal
How you strike when it snows
It's not something physical
You put on the shows
Seasonal criminal
Wrap me in a scarf
Wrap...