duck!
today
i sit and wonder
does it pain you to
watch
as your carefully chosen, serrated words
bend
when they hit their target?
to watch those knives fall
- you've collected them for years now,
you let me know that they were the pristine little daughters you never had, never could have
- off...
bienvenidos a mis sueños, mis amigos
alas, you've stumbled upon this sad excuse for a thread, most probably in hopes of finding some quality, aesthetically pleasing compositions of poetry - something that worms its way into the clandestine recesses of your angst-ridden heart and makes you truly...