Cardigan grey angel, crown slipping
Low on baby soft curls.
Ocean eyes shifting to tempest
Tossed waves.
Godling of Apollo and
Hypnos, sleepy sun.
Cloud-cast mind,
Traveler of thoughts.
Graceful hands, capable of
Weaving the letters of the
Alphabet, and creating
Wonders of the world.
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Some of my friends are so easy to write poetry about. Like they have the words inked into their eyes and rhymes in their veins. To see them is to see art, and I have to capture it on these pages
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Her
PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
