A pulse of Believe A dream full of missing pieces Still eager to meet the puzzle A picture full of missing colors Still eager to meet the painter
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
Directions to Your College Dorm by All hallways still lead to that room with its ceiling so high it might have been a sky, and your metal bed by the window,
Cinderella’s Diary by I miss my stepmother. What a thing to say, but it’s true. The prince is so boring: four hours to dress and then the cheering throngs.
Telescope by There is a moment after you move your eye away when you forget where you are because you’ve been living, it seems,
