Do you still love me?
I wish I could have been a vampire
so I could tell you that I have loved you
for a thousand years
Or a werewolf
so I could sing to you
whenever you're in full bloom
But I am the sand
A forgotten shell
Washed up on the shores
With broken wishes
Echoed by the waves
You still speak of poetry?
Only when I speak of you
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
