Poems from cassandrawiley63
So much
Like a wicker chair
used with fondness
for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting
ratters and tears under the use of...
Death come swift
and life run true
rivers, life
a vengeful rue
Nothing's right
Not anymore
...
Empty oceans
upon the shore
Keep...
Look here forward
Future told
Scrolls are written
Don't unfold
Don't hold near
or close to thee
Taking lives
and take a knee
Hands stained...
Little things
Just the smallest things
Waking up to a promised sunrise
To breathe air that is granted freely
Though without these things...
Never know
the depth inside
How dark She is
How well She can hide
To keep Her self up
and hold her mask high
To lower these mirrors...