My bones ache... I remember writing this in flouncy poems about men that had left me, That my very bones ached for them, Now my bones just ache all the time,
By Sam Anarchize 3 years ago in Poets
Are you okay? I ask. your voice trembles then heightens, My stomach turns, You pick up, I pick you up, The inevitable is coming,
Remembering, remembering Remembering the time we stood remembering, Remembering those fallen, Knowing we had too, Fallen to the depths of despair,
She never asked why I cried myself to sleep, Because she understood, She stroked my head and watched me weep, She never said I should...
Hey little one, How are you today? I’m writing you a poem, There’s lots of things to say, First of all I love you, Secondly I care,
If my body is a temple, Is faith dead? No man has worshipped here for so long, I fear no one ever will, Like a priest eagerly watching as the covenant is passed,
What colour do you prefer red or blue? The guy on the dating app asks, Apparently this defines my personality, Red is the dress as she spins to the song,