// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// the valve for the composition of my thoughts has been irreversibly opened //
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //
Summer Praise: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins Warmer days are coming in,
There is a passion that extends far beyond the norm. It is one that can but can’t verbally express to
This is Life: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins Time has left its ever purple bruise upon
The moon is chasing me Maybe it’s because my love is sitting there ...
If blood were my only ink I would write my veins dryuntil I could move the pen no further to make wordsinstead letting it bleed wet ink spots on the stiff pageuntil like old age, the thoughts all run ...
It’s easier to blame the hoe than youBecause I don’t want to see who are youWe had the best times everAnd I will miss them foreverI though’t I would forgive youBut you just wanted to have funAnd my he...
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// the valve for the composition of my thoughts has been irreversibly opened //
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //
Summer Praise: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins Warmer days are coming in,
There is a passion that extends far beyond the norm. It is one that can but can’t verbally express to
This is Life: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins Time has left its ever purple bruise upon
The moon is chasing me Maybe it’s because my love is sitting there ...
If blood were my only ink I would write my veins dryuntil I could move the pen no further to make wordsinstead letting it bleed wet ink spots on the stiff pageuntil like old age, the thoughts all run ...
It’s easier to blame the hoe than youBecause I don’t want to see who are youWe had the best times everAnd I will miss them foreverI though’t I would forgive youBut you just wanted to have funAnd my he...