Poems from kecosby95
I move the sliding door out of my way. I step down onto the balcony as the warm summer night breeze touches my skin as if to welcome me as...
One day, a while ago, the sun was shining a bit too bright for my eyes, and for fear of not being able to see and to protect my face, I...
I lived a love story, that wasn't a love story, but was a love story. And it cannot be unwritten, although it's only half written, and...
It started with a small cross on their backs. They lived, and loved, only wanting the best for each other. As time went on, their crosses...
How is it that all of us poets live separate lives,
never meeting, never speaking, never working together,
yet our voices are so similar?...