Not actually a poem,but a text I sent my friend:
I wish it was times like this that people saw me. The way I smile at certain lines of poems. The way I scrunch my face at certain dialogue. The way I close my eyes when I sip my tea. I wish it as times like this,times where I'm in my simplest, most gentle form. Times where I don't see the world,times where its just mean and the author or poet. The way I nervously chew my lip at the climax. The tears that slip from my eyes when the words of a book pull my heart strings a certain way. The way small, almost inaudible gasps slip out when the main character is in danger. The way I smile at the love that the author creates. It times like this, hair a mess,no makeup curled up in a blanket,that I wish people saw my true beauty.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
