Poems from xoMPM
When they see the colors aren’t as bright
as they were the year before,
the magic burns away again
and the romance breaks their hearts....
When the Paranoia sets in,
time is a wave against you;
they won’t allow you to fade.
Their footsteps
are all you hear
when the Paranoia...
Clock ticking;
heartbeats,
boulders falling from the sky
while we stare.
Writing
pointless poetry,
drawing
adorable nothings,
hoping they...
The edge of the ice.
The sun.
The warmth.
My Dad
and wife,
my men to carry me.
To live to the words
would be extraordinary.
Send the...