Poems from pdossey

You feel like a thief of time taking all of what you don't deserve  bright lights over street lamps take away what makes them bright   He...
Well practiced silence Held neat in careful hands The last words you'd said were leave
His hands wrapped around yours A tightrope connection  You pulled him   Towards the woods Towards adventure  somethings you don't believe...
Scraps of red and green colored the barely rising sun, mixing the misty blue, making the sky look like November in July,   The bus rumbles...
 If you look at this lake  At just the right spots  On sunny weekends alone  If you look at it just right  The world will sparkle  The...