Decay:
Rotting
flesh
Bone
Exposed
Stripping
you away
Every lie
you tell
The pride
you hold
Eating you
alive
The words we
hear
Rotting our
brains
Turning us
to piles of bones
The ground
is cold
Cruel
But it’s our
own doing
Untitled:
Dark night
I sit alone,
back to the wall
Quiet
Smudged
mascara and tangled hair
Naked
Phone at my
feet, not ringing
Waiting
His hands
touch hers in the dark
Wanting
I wish not
to know, but
I know
The dark
night is quiet
Naked and
waiting
Wanting to
know why
I’ll never
know why
Alone
Summer:
I seem to
love
Reflections
on small pools of water
Caused by
the rain on the pavement
Showing
headlights of busy cars
Bright in
the night
I seem to
love
Warm sun on
my skin
Sitting
underneath big oak trees
Book in my
hand
Light wind
in my hair
I seem to
love
Deep belly
laughs
Arms around
my shoulders
Sun in our
eyes
Walking on
dusty roads
Summer
Beauty:
Be sure to
remember
Beauty is
not a state of being
But a state
of mind
Bonus: Here's a song that I absolutely love to listen to while reading poetry.
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