Poems from swinter
Someday she’ll find
I’ve left my head
Sometime she’ll fine
I won’t get out of bed
I’m a pathetic
Pretentious
Waste of plastic
I can’t take...
Your faults don’t mean anything
What matters is in your eyes
What feels good now
Is bad in the book of lies
That memory can’t always be...
He took one look
And decided to leave
He waits
For her new lace
She’s got a bubble
Blowing up in her
A divot
That she hates
Love & it’s antics
Or reject to be tragic
…
Sing him a song
Or offer a few
His cigarettes
& their burning breath
Caked face
For...
Say morbid things
They’re black silk
Fill us with them
The cold began to get to us
Sucking stubble
Sewn-shut eyes that cover blue
You’re a...