Poems from daniellebkeating
I am a writer with no topic,
But everything to be said.
I am in love with the scene of blank pages,
But am terrified by their audacity...
Why did you have to love me?
I can promise you that it’s nothing against you. But, I turn away because I keep love close, maybe too close...
Giving up has never seemed quite like the pages I would write for me,
So let me stand on one hand again.
I’ve never learned how to...