Poems from brecre17
he counts the money in his wallet
the bills running through his cold hands
he imagines them
as her hands
she counts the freckles on her...
why
do you base your thought and feelings
on a book written hundreds of years ago
by the men who you don't even pray to
why
do you judge...
i know you could never love me
not with the way that i bring rain upon sunny days
and storms into my own eyes
i know you could never love...
she could feel her wings
beating against the inside of her
like some sort of restless bird,
ready to take flight
but she was stationed to...