Poems from bneary
A piece of paper
That's all it is
So much pomp and circumstance
preparation & pride
for a flimsy declaration
that can be burned,...
She was a willow
bending, a tearful beauty
rooted and serene
He was the lightning...
9 $10s
90 $1s
900 dimes
9000 pennies
Is that my worth?
People, they're meant to be priceless
Traffickers, they call them useless...
White
Is a color
The hue of purity
That blankets a christened baby,
And mingles with Winter’s frost.
It is a silent, solitary moon.
It...