Was chatting with somebody named Julie early today about poems and short stories. She mentioned Sara Teasdale, so I had to make a Sara Teasdale poem!<br/><br/>Source: Sara Teasdale
Why do I still love you. A question drowned only by the police sirens drawing near, and the sound of my thumping heart. One that dies on my cracked lips. But I need to know before I die. Why do I stil...
Reinventing the space between her lips and mine, her tears strings of lights in the dark, her arms beds of earth birthing magnolias, petunias, and ivy.
Was chatting with somebody named Julie early today about poems and short stories. She mentioned Sara Teasdale, so I had to make a Sara Teasdale poem!<br/><br/>Source: Sara Teasdale
Why do I still love you. A question drowned only by the police sirens drawing near, and the sound of my thumping heart. One that dies on my cracked lips. But I need to know before I die. Why do I stil...
Reinventing the space between her lips and mine, her tears strings of lights in the dark, her arms beds of earth birthing magnolias, petunias, and ivy.