Poems from softtpretzels
lets make god out of these
hollow bones
im sick of the weight of mortality
i want to to live everyday like its my last
without the fear of...
no one told me that heartbreak
and happiness coincide
that your heavenly touch would be my dying grace
as well as my downfall
but i dont...
i woke up early this morning
to the blankets laying lightly
on my thighs
with just enough air between
the curves of my legs
and the folds...
when you looked at her
you would believe she is made of summer
she was made of the
sun and sky
and the never ending fields
on a cloudless...
it is 2 am and you are crying on the floor
you are scared
you are tired
you are disheartened
fear anf failure coincide in your heart
and...