of ashes
There are
Button noses,
And witty tongues.
There is warm blood
And the artful webbing of veins.
Bones that hold,
Glittering hair,
And freckles.
Empathetic minds,
Creative hands,
Watery eyes,
Tentative lips.
What is it to make such beautiful things
Only to break them?
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songs we sang on sundays
Poetrya random collection of original poems by yours truly about love, depression, god, and all things teen angst. feel free to give critiques (kindly please). I haven't shared these with many people and I want to get better at this craft I love so dearly...
