Poems from whoiskidkheprii
What the fuck do you know about me?
What the fuck do you know?
Who the hell are you
To say? To choose
For me,
What you do see.
A skinny...
Clipped conversation between Big Brother and Little Brother goes:
What is this?
What are we?
And who am I, to ask?
Ain't it fun Growing up...
Just as the morning dew
Shakes me awake
I feel my heart skip a beat
Ache, shake, break
My heart is broke
No more left to give
My mind is...
I woke up to the rain.
It sung stories of the old.
Of when fall came, and left.
Of when Winter,
In his biting cold-
In his bitter whiting...
My glassy Eyes - from Fires wrought -
Were Stained with streaks of Night.
Peculiar are these Eyes of Dusk
Which dawn with Lack of Light-...