Don’t look for love.
Be love.
does every man’s heart lust for the blood of little children, bright eyes fair maidens, golden hair and brave men?
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
you asked me if i ever write about you because you know how much i love words but you do not know that you are in
every morning i smear my lips with blood and my cheeks with powder and put on the face in the mirror that will take on
everyone told me to dream of being a princess with a crown billowing veils of lace and glass shoes that pinch your toes.
the road to recovery is strewn with shards of a mirror that cut your feet and swollen ankles because you will always get there
maybe if i am small enough i can slip through the bars of my mind to a place where darkness does not reside.
my tears have formed a river i can cross to find a place i call home but i am a girl with a teddy bear on the street
it is only a war if the fire stops raining when a white flag is raised and the fallen ones retreat and their captors
those who know her do not talk of her but those who have never seen her face gossip in the streets whisper in the alleys
i asked the sun for sunshine but when night came it set. i looked at the sky so i would find magic in the glittering
i hate the color grey because of thunderclouds and hard concrete sidewalk stoops and the prevailing sense of melancholy
i know love is blind cuz i fell into the arms of darkness and now i cannot see because she holds her hand over my eyes
