Poems from chele43
Emotionless words
Syllables and thirds
The poet never hurt
The reader never heard
The world still turned
The world still burned.
Dearest...
I see my sister
Innocence
Red hair, blue eyes
Ignorance
A toothless mile
Living bliss
Give her tiny cheek a kiss
I see my mother...
To question the validity of my teachers through the years
Is to question the following lessons I hear:
There was one to crush my dreams
And...