Poems from tupa42
I am not a lantern,
I did not glow up.
Don’t spare your laughter,
But I will not back up.
I do not shine like a star
In a twinkling sky...
That first night after you ended it I went home and cried for over three hours, left half-baked cookies in a still burning over for one...
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Too bad I will never be able to tell her that
I wonder if she knows how I feel about...
Rainfall, thunder Crashes, electrifying lightning, there is something in a storm that is incredibly poetic. Past the metaphorical washing...
At 10 p.m. in the forgotten ritual of chores scarcely done there is solace in the night sky.
There is peace outside the hallowed walls...