spring, where are you?
Being A Poet
The problem with being a dreamer, a writer, a poet, is not that they feel more than everyone else. It is that they cannot escape from it.
- unknown
strangers
i held your hand while you were sleeping
the whole night you gripped to mine
a grip that begged me to stay
is this how your limbs treat all strangers,
with love and affection?
then i feel weak and empty
- white lies
the whole night you gripped to mine
a grip that begged me to stay
is this how your limbs treat all strangers,
with love and affection?
then i feel weak and empty
- white lies
Abonnieren
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