Poems from riley317

I would compare us to the Beauty and the Beast, but I have not such low self-esteem   so as to compare my countenance to that of the beast...
I beat. My head. Against. The ground, My fists. Against. My chest. I break. My heart. I hold. My breath, Resist. The air. Itself. I pray...
I don’t know what he thinks. Does he think nobody notices? Does he think he acts the same? It’s always a secret, he never lets us see him...
I have all the other ingredients:  two Hands, holdable  one Heart, unbroken  a fistful of Hope  three nods of Trust.  a bowlful of...
When I am finally laid to rest, I ask of you this one request.   Lay me not with golden fingers, scent that’s sharp and sick and lingers,...

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