Poems from blueroses48
Lacy brasLounging brasLace on top of skinCaressing the kissesAnd the bruisesThat your lover made
The blistered skinFrom cigarette...
The universe is cruel
It taunts me with your existence
It has us joined together by a red string
That begins to tug at our hearts the...
I will join you
The shackles on my wrists
Are made of gold
And my eyes are glass
As you drag a razor across your wrists
The cold air...
I wonder if she still sees me
as I do
As the girl in the rain
Crying silently
Tears scarring the earth
in small rivers
There are times when...
At eight years old I was the most pretentious person my parents knew
I spouted Shakespeare with ease and wrote secret love letters to...