Poems from dolores852
Man painted yellow, man painted blue
I see you in the midnight dew
you yell at me and I quiver
can you not be so bitter
after a month you’...
You cascade down my cheek and never want to leave
Growing old of age by the end of the day,
but return the next day.
You like to follow me...
You’re awfully close to perfection
even your scent lingers after years without vision
am I mad or is because you’re so rad?
No, I’m mad...
You’re awfully close to perfection
even your scent lingers after years without vision
am I mad or is because you’re so rad?
No, I’m mad...
he’s soft and nostalgic
a world so prolific
I want him, I want him
and
she dances above him
he closes his eyes
is he thinking about me?...