06-19-2015, 10:42 AM
I havent posted ina long while, but i suppose theres no time like the present to begin again.... I wrote this quite a while ago, but i always like to hear other opinons/critiques on my older poems.
Gasping hearts, heavy eyes,
both red and raw with feel.
Taking hands and locking stares.
My true feelings concealed.
I grasp the sharpie in my hand,
she takes me to last night.
Feelings flood, I wish to speak,
instead I simply write.
H.A.G.S....K.I.T
In her yearbook.
Gasping hearts, heavy eyes,
both red and raw with feel.
Taking hands and locking stares.
My true feelings concealed.
I grasp the sharpie in my hand,
she takes me to last night.
Feelings flood, I wish to speak,
instead I simply write.
H.A.G.S....K.I.T
In her yearbook.