They told me not to name the mouse. That way, no tears would flow When I stopped its heart beat; Or when it writhed in pain,
By J.M6 years ago in Poets
I stare across a vast expanse Contemplating if the fall Would be much greater than the current Which, of yet, has no equal.
Loneliness is a grated Metal fence sapping Warmth from shoulders; Digging through thin fabric Like rain-stained concrete,
I am in Love. Young and in Love. This "Love"... naught more than concept For what actually expands above A most benign,