cannot stop looking too many things to know felt left out if I don’t see what others see
By Tyler Hawthorne2 years ago in Poets
feels smooth and rough at times comes in different shades easily bruised and broken wrinkled can bounce back or be dull
It is night and then my car just slowly shuts off feeling the panic and my heart beat faster this is a horrible disaster
shuts my eyes drops my head does not make me get out of bed got me seeing things that are not there interrupted by noise
he loved the bright lights could not get enough they made him strong and tough often made mistakes and learned enough
sparking tiny pieces of color used to glue on paper and I would often get an excess on the paper and a little on my hands
red, white, and pink some wrapped in foil and others packed into small and big amounts in boxes and packages some taste tart, chocolatey,
she watched the waves move back and forth touched it with her hand sat on the sand took a deep breath and kept staring at it
bad dreams noisy nights cloudy skies not much sunlight pains in body memories flooding the mind a lot of rumors no ending time
she wore her pearls around her neck and looked in the mirror saw how the pearls shimmered and then took them off even though it was a gift
A woman’s color A baby girl’s color Color of love Cotton candy and bubble gum Men wear it and some dread it A pig’s soft skin
wanted to live your dreams but something stood in the way over and over now you feel broken however hopeful that someday
