A thousand salt kisses and other poems
Just ask the poems I eagle up to write at midnight(I'm not kidding, I'm currently writing this description at 2:36)
That above is the description I wrote when evidently ridiculously tired. This is the new description I'm writing at 22:13. I'm probably less tired now. Actually. To be honest. Using a description to describe poems defeats the point of poems. How about a sample instead?
A thousand salt kisses and a dying whisper,
A paper heart on a crumpled sleeve.
A memory here, I refuse to remember.
The broken conscience that I used to be.
Hundreds of postcards,
With a hidden meaning.
I don't need the memories
I need you here.
What's the point in taking pictures,
If you won't see them,
If you're over there.
Ps. Not a single comment... really guys? I got super happy that my first poem went over 100 reads, but I need you guys to comment okay? Let me know what I need to do better :)
Oh. Pps. I got the idea for the thousand salt kisses poem from the Wattpad book series that you should read. Not because I have, because I haven't, but because if you're looking at this then you probably have nothing better to do with your time. ^_^