Poems from samantha.hensley.336

If you let me, I'd like to clutch your forty-five pearlsA flawed, blinding foreignnessAnd if it's possible---the descendant of Emily...
You excel at commanding the roomAnd taking me for a rideSinking in blue wavesAs you make the whole world blindDon’t fix my hairThis is too...
  You’ve turned sanctuary into hell And I can’t just grin and bear it The smells are not what they are  And have lost what they...
A vast expanse of sky And stars glaring in opposition You can't You just...can't These words are my own On pages that don't need a second...