comically sad, embarrassingly hopeful, disgusted romantic
Time stands still, they say. Then why is there a before and after, I ask. // The answer must be hidden behind the wall-clock.
By Rachel Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Just as the sun became too warm on her face, a sudden breeze whispered relief, strong enough to shake the bees from the tree
"All is well" he said eyes burnt with a different truth wishing himself dead // evidence of storms trail through his sad, soaked story
As above, so be.. Low flame, burns white, scorched within On knees, rain will free
there's me. there's me and you. there's me and you and we are in a boat, sailing up a mountain to see the tornado derby.