Poems from thedeathlypen
Eyes of green bottleglass and amber,
not gems faceted but true
stare acutely at dotted marks
on field and of blue,
while silver moonlight...
I remember when we first spoke.
It was summer.
You liked writing.
It was sunlight and warmth and laughter,
and heroes, courage, daydreams...
dear darling,
i remember the first time i spoke with you
i remember that i forgot your name the second time
and you laughed and told me
it...
A box is an improbable container for a word.
Each is as not a liquid, nor a solid.
Words are gas,
filling their container,
taking their...
Do you remember that day,
under the trees outside the hall,
when I had said,
come what may,
we both are smart,
we both are strong,
but I...