one single hair
fallen right out of place
and my face
is hiddenand one single thought
falls out of my mind
something quite
forbiddenbut I indulge
in a sickening cliche or two
god tell me
what must I doto stop
being a girl
swept in an easy breeze
on her first winter
JE LEEST
Love and Fantasy
Poëziepoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...