Poems from sarakbeeksma
A curve of the lips, a crease in the eyes.
A tug to the left, or the right.
A look of approval, or disapproval.
A pull forward or backward...
I want to scream till my voice is hoarse.
Yell to the sky till my throat is dry.
Till the aching in my heart is gone.
I want to cry till...
Somedays it simply rains.
Down my face in streams.
Somedays it simply storms,
Warm and full of pain.
Other days the forecast fails,...