bed sheets crinkle in my palm
-- waves of chaos crash to calm
a campfire crumbled into ashes
little viewed between my lashes
come too close -- I'll get defensive
I'm just scared, you're not offensive
a silly song will make me ache
of soft memories afraid to break
a cascade of whispers show and tell
symptoms of the mentally unwell
their silver smiles will make me weep
but who said tears were yours to keep?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Quiver
Poesíaa place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
