Poems from kittycat552
She brews her ownbecause she likes to seeSepia seeping upShe cannot sleep so sheNeeds coffee to keep her eyes –brown ringed around soft...
It's almost the end
you see them all there
they've dressed up nice
done up their hair
It's an exciting occasion
they've waited all year...
Vague words impressed into the dust,
but the wind swirled,
and blew the dust away,
leaving bare dirt, devoid of meaning.
Try as one may to...
I'm waiting for the storm to passIt's pelting me with rainWhile once I had been built to lastI'm broken up in painMy little red umbrella...
Don’t tell me it’s freezingYes, my mouth’s spouting mistBut the air is quite pleasingand charmingly crisp
In a T-shirt I waltzmy own arms...