Poems from bbrooklynb
Everybody gets down, but there are ways to get back up.
Listening to the pitter patter of the rain hit my window lets me sink into a dream...
The beast inside us all are growing. We trudge through the tall landscapes looking for lasting immortality. We judge others for their...
White. Just write. On the blank pages. Your life. A story not yet written in stone. They make erasers for a reason. But you wrote in pen....
You were the ghost in my closet. You told me lies in the silence. Sang me songs of violence. The whisperer of pure evil. The flies you spat...
My heart was a sacred garden. Your stare was the rich soil. Nurturing kisses became the water. Your voice was my everlasting sunshine. My...