Poems from hollyleeann
Be the change you wish to see,but often your eyes are blinded.Be the change you wish to feel,but your touch can be misguided.Be the change...
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian...
Maybe there are icicles on your tongue
maybe your tonsils are the poles
maybe you can't help the bitter frostbitten breath you bark at me...
Pale, soft, light
gentle flowing
a stream of plush,
an undeniable fuss
trickling down drops
transparent sweet bliss...