Poetry Blogs (abandon)
Wind rocks my boat tonight,
Sitting on this bed I feel little more than whole,
The nausea creating holes in my fickle heart.
Father walks cold in the streets of Paris,
Back turned to me,
I wander further upon this ragged terrain.
Distant memories fading yet again,
For in the presence of men and wind,
My skin becomes fatal.
The very blood,
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 7:47 am
My head hurts
My eyes are spinning
Friday 22nd May 2015 2:51 am
Please don't go, leaving me up here all alone in the cold
Please don't go, no blanket, no hugs because your too "old"
Please don't go, too busy, too good, not childish enough for me to hold
Please don't go, I need you, my mommy, my sunshine my gold
Please don't go, I'm lost now, without you alone and covered in mold
You loved me, you held me until college came
Your boyfriend, your lipstick, you just wer...
Tuesday 19th August 2014 9:23 pm