Tisha Kratz Poems

There is a liquid leaking
from the corners
of my broken windows.
Big drops all over
...

Although the book was closed,
you studied every little word on the cover.
You did not believe the bright colours,
nor the summary on the back.
...

I wonder how he feels, since he
never tells me. It's not that I ask him
first, he must have thought of me
differently
...

He was unaware of the fact,
that he was the reason
she did not drown,
for she had madly,
...