Poems from megnreynolds
I can sleep a page of words into living moments,
but no one can see those speckled dreams of which I live by.
Only once will they shake the...
little like the wings of shaken moth
is my hole of love for you
a soft and whimpered touch
has turned us gray and limp
like left behind...
I can hear spiders crawl along the walls
with porcelain webs that echo noise
they're tangled up in last nights grids
of late night thoughts...
there are windows fogged with desperation
a voice of reason lacking for a tired nation.
kindred spirits, shift leaders, and overnighters,...