The cold feet slide and flirt, Unnoticed The hope of his every inch Inching towards me Flutters around, Silently, Like feathers in a tomb… Living on air and emptiness, My nerves Grow fast as ivy I pray for patience or Pele’s fire
I have been writing poetry as long as I can remember and though I'm a stubborn, old-school, pen and paper kind of gal, I decided to start this plog (poetry blog)! I hope you enjoy!
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