Poems from rjbachman
To my desire,
Is it even possible?
I hate you so much.
You are the crimson fire that burns angrily in me.
You are the bush of thorns...
To my desire,
My heart is the pawn, sitting lonely on the board.
You are the one rolling the dice.
All you do is play games with me....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was one of my very first poems I ever wrote, please bear with me as it is not all that great.
She walks into...
The smell of white roses
drenched in cold
morning dew.
The taste of vanilla
melting in my hands
in the orange
sunlight.
The butterflies...
To my desire,
My inner soul bleeds red for you,
your touch like a thousand feathers grazes my skin
I crave the shock of your beauty,
I...