Poems from itsallaboutPerspective
This morning when I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I saw the red of my blanket, the white
of the sunlight streaming in my 5 by 4 window...
Do you remember the first time
I told you I loved you?
I whispered it,
in between our mangled silences
and awkward movements
that we had...
I sit here in the bright lights of my classroom,
kid’s drowsy faces smearing together in my blurry daze
as the teacher continues her...