Blue
I am not a corner to be cut. I am not a chore to be postponed. Yet you push me further and further back, and when you hack away at… Read more »
Category: Poetry and Noetry
Paper Hearts
I wonder how you would write Me? In bold strokes with a firm hand, or barely penciled between thin blue lines?
Maybe
Maybe I know you.
I Will Sing To You All Your Favorite Songs
The one about a boy who broke your heart and brought you to your knees