storm – a poet's confessional

vein of storms

i have been told that i look like a stormespecially my eyesgrey and cold like oneor visceral and bright blue like onethe ring of yellow and white like a strike of a lightning bolti have always have had pride in suchone point of me i find beautiful amongst the what i do notbut i amContinue reading “vein of storms”

i tell you

i have loved many men, i tell you with dark hair and endless eyes but in the end, i tell you they never love me the woman with golden hair and storm-filled eyes