Poems from elizabente
Sliding my fingers
Down the curve of my arm
What would it look like
Slashed with red?
Shiny dark blood
Dripping from my fingers
What would...
The crash of thunder,
The flash of lightning,
It excites me,
In a way I never knew.
I stand in the midst,
The wind swirling my hair,
I...
If disaster had a name
It would be Us
If chaos had a face
It would be ours
Like swirling tornados that dance
To their own strumming beat...
A little black dress
Soft laughter
Ringing clear
Your arm slightly
Brushing mine
Lights singing
Stars smiling
Your eyes and mine
The...
It doesn't make sense
And it isn't right
This love, this feeling
It isn't right
Your heart is taken
Honestly, I doubt you care
She's...