Poems from _llama
You can take my writing
You became the writer, I was just the expression
Burn the writing, like you burned my lungs
I can't look at it
It...
Thoughts flash away
Everything is still, an onimous shy
Either shadows cave in, or the lights cave in
Whatever caves in, you can feel a...
Even still, or even though
Hot or cold, and through the pore
So dense, so beautiful
Full in faith, elusive and pitiful
Freezing, but i...
Hot dry air across the town
Towards the sky, no stars
Laying on a bed with no mattress
Taking me up to a different view
The skyline, that i...
I pushed and pulled the tides
Made lemonade out of limes
He had no say
As i drowned in a bay
Of my own tears
And his own childish cheers
I...