Poems from carderel
What is it to be seventeen
And grow up wishing
For abstract things
What is it to be seventeen
To not know who you are
But know who you’re...
It’s like a release
A finger slipped free from the strings
Of a heart torn up and twisted
Like the exhale before sleep
Fills those eyes and...
I wrote a poem for you
I wrote a poem for your hands and how they hold me
for your lips and how they soothe me, with words and with more
I...
Time won’t stop running.
My bed remains unmade,
the freckles around my eyes still move when I talk.
My heart still aches during love...
I’m not feeling sad today
And the roses are blooming
And the sky holds white mountains called clouds
And there is laughter in my...