Poems from poofyprincess94
There's one thing I love about The City.
Not the crowds,
Not the lights,
Not sounds,
But the rain.
It starts out
Soft,
Barely a whisper....
The empty spaces between my fingers
Yearn for their matching pair…
Yours.
Fists clenched, mind set, eyes squeezed tight;
I start to...
White hands
Veined like lined paper
Shivering, wavering,
Catching the paper demons
Engraved in the heart;
The mind...
Oiled handprints smeared on walls
Mark the places memories once stood
I forever wander through emptied halls
Trying to reach you, if only I...
Pale eyes
Blank face
Aching body sprawled on the floor
Crop circles
Formed from restless feet
The pipe leads the way to the motherland
...