Poems from cookiejarpoet
soft plum
crimson red
bandaids
and scars
couldn't you have waited just a little bit longer?
I only wanted a chance to say
goodbye
you tried to teach me that I am made of air
quiet, docile, not to be noticed
it wasn't until you tried to burn me at the stake
that I found...
a loss doesn't hurt less just because you see it coming
a loss is
a loss is
a loss
i was raised to believe that God is in church
lately I think that is the last place he would be