Native Texan, Indigenous to the Americas
Moonbeam how are you? This is my home, it used to be cool I’d say you came at a bad time That would be a lie It’s been like this for a while
By Kathe Wren8 months ago in Poets
The Petrified Girl My brown hair and skin Hating gifts, centuries old Now I thank those past
By Kathe Wrenabout a year ago in Poets
I know what the black spaces mean Before the doctor even starts to speak My best friend and I would never grow old together
Saw a shooting star On the night of our first date Thought we were special
Sirens pull me in With their tales, breathing me back Love should be like this
Marigold magic The wind whispers with the leaves She ask her to dance
You are soft like earth Always giving, planting love Little seeds start to grow
I want to burn slow Us two, running through the flames But this love is cold
El Rio Grande The river chose us Promising to give life If we took care of her We danced and swam in that water So did our babies
Vampires around the campfire Up late, they can’t sleep They all want the same thing Their mothers told them not to play with their food