' I can feel the soft rain on my face...'
A thousand tears swept from gray skies
thundering it's little droplets against the
Just a picture, could mean a couple words,
But the one I hold dearly close to my heart,
Means more to me than anything else,
This photograph, you I love in black and white.
Old man blue, sat nearby watching the ocean
tumble over and over washing away the shore
Strokes of red line the crevices,
The scars glisten under the limelight,
This pale body becomes the canvas,
The brush becomes my razor.
I'm a 21 year old poet/prose writer varied the many genres of english literature. Been writing since I was 16, and have composed over 400+ poems.