Poems from sabinacalvo
Someone had to be the good girl, and that someone became me.
Someone was raised to be polite, and so they made me be.
Culture creates...
He told me of suicide. Of the sweet embrace of an old ghost named suicide.
In small spaces and dark places, he tells me everything yet...
I am no one's Juliet
For she did not try to kill two birds in one throw
Three hearts cannot fit into a duet
Of both their hearts, I must...
Happy endings fade
Just as leaves lose their colors
It becomes winter
The cold now sets in
Each emotion numb and raw
A blinding blizzard...
I speak in tones of silence. Every detail of me grows in volumes of silence.
Under street lights and wide moon eyes, I can hear your...