Poems from clawsgirl

Sometimes I lie in bed at night and wonder why there was a differenceWhy your love is the one that will be there even when I'm falling...
It had been ten monthsTen months of just seeing his handwritingSmall and squished but very exactHe always wrote in penDark, permanent...
We walk though these halls filled with peopleBut never the ones who matterWe search each foreign face desperate to see something that says...