Poems from igc099
I don't want this shower to end.I don't want to stepOutside,Naked and unprepared toFace that damned world. I don't want to leave the...
Dangling slow from groping hands,Gently aflutter, wing'ed lace is limp.Tired wings flitting, once grand.How wrinkled and red and crimped....
Inside a haunted steeple,
lies a beautiful bride.
But when she sang a silly song,
very soon she died.
And so the haunted groom,
...