Poems from mimiirox
I may not be a happy poet. I may not be a perfect poet. I may not be a poet who can move a million with a few short words. But make no mistake, for I am, and always will be, a poet.
A single lie for the monster in disguise
Another for the broken ones at home
One for who you are
And one for who you can't be
Curtains...
Half hidden by hooded hills
Treasured amongst the greatest of thrills
Resting where thirst cannot see
Sprouted of a dead man's plea
Soft...
Love, in itself, is an angry, cold sea
But forever the great ship shall endure
Stand against the waves when faith is let free
A great...
Words clash against the weak
A fatal fury they seek
Repeated, these words, around them
Broke, targeting the broken
Pain unleashed in...
Where has the time gone?
The time to seek, write and tell?
Where has the time gone?
Then even the enemy was wished well.
Where has the...