Poems from missv
Your river's movement,
where water guides me to you,
wishing you're human.
The power to strive
versus the lack of will,
might as well be the start of a war of my world.
The crave for sucess,
and the thought of...
as no being surrounds me
a faint of yours knocks on the door
the one in front of my conscious’ doormat
welcomed back once again
what have...
Yellow,
the expected pigment of my skin when you see me,
is absent and is substituted by a light bronze.
An academic scholar,
the...
Her,
the way her hair flows down to her waist like waterfall,
the way her shape emulates the hourglass figure,
and the way her delicate...