Updated: Mar 17
Tall trees sway as the early wind briskly blows.
Dark night fades quickly as the morning light grows.
The sky bleeds rays of Cornflower and fire across the moon.
Crisp cool air whispers reminders of winter, gone soon.
Birds fly into the morning sun's fresh waves
Bending night's shadow, mourning from its grave.
No one sheds a tear for the night's slow death,
As it brings solace with the new day's breath.
This is the hell I see When I close my eyes. A reflection of what's inside. I need an escape. Something to help me go to a world I would never know. Where is this good life? Where is my reward for the
Slight vibrations on the skin. Dancing fingers, travel. Light touch, rosey blush. Lips pressed against her breast. Caressed. Warm bodies intertwined. Bumps rise, down her spine. Warm breath soothes he
I wrote a poem it sucks I showed my buddy he hated it The rhythm is completely off it doesn't even flow and there are no rhymes. It even ends in the middl